(Hopefully you know who it is)
Uh, (ey), Ru, Yego and Kinetic, Victory Music

I – I – I used to wake up chasing fame, chasing paper chasing dames
homie i straight became a pro at this chasing game
I chased that rum with vodka, that Happy Grass with beer
and cause it got me laid, I chased a Rap career
I started chasing that American dream
go head and get your cheddar by any and every means
it's cash rules everything around me, I was getting that cream
with a whole lot of partying and sex in between
I was that guy, chasing the high, and I don't mean hello,
cuties would get the whistle, quick as tea in a kettle
mix jokes with inuendo and throw some weed in the middle
of drugs, sex and the music but what, left me confused is I
had my fill of every desire that would tempt me
but woke up in the morning feeling just as empty
need to grow up cuzz, i ain't getting no younger
but all that seems to be growing is the hunger, homey, I

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(I can’t get no)
I can't get no satisfaction, no
and this here is the saddest fact, you know
I've done it all as a matter of fact but yo
I can't get no, no
I can't get no satisfaction, no
not even off that thrill's last reaction, though
every last one had its passion
I still can't get no satisfaction


I woke up in the bed, of a beautiful dancer
I'd spent the night chasing, and felt lucky to capture
felt at the time like I could spend forever looking at her
and now it's barely dawn and I'm already looking past, her
what am I chasing? Huh? what is the goal?
it's obviously more than just finding someone to hold
and what's it doing to my soul, what am I becoming?
cause I left her asleep, and went from chasing to running
it wasn't that I ain't have fun, don't get me wrong
it's just that when all of that's done, nothing's resolved
i'm still searching, still seeking my purpose
Still nervous at the thought of a future that’s uncertain
so Lord, though I know I'm a sinner, still I need an answer
what should I be chasing? obviously not a dancer
cause minus you i've chased everything
and though I caught most of it, one statement remains I

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Pops,
Why do I spend dough for what is not bread?
And my wages for what doesn’t satisfy?
Sowing much and reaping little?
Eating without having enough?
Drinking without being filled?
Rubbing myself without warmth?
Earning my wages to put it into a bag of holes?
I tried Lord, Why Lord?

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