I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind.
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I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind.
When the rest want guns and a mouth full of gold.
I don't hate 'em, I still love 'em,
That's not me, I'm not judging,
Not below 'em, not above 'em.
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist.
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain.