Eyes On The Prize Testo

Fuck all your friends
They got no passion
What kind of icons never drawn blood

I thought you a legend
In your daddy's car
Got found in the desert, but lost your heart

You're trying but not too hard
'Cause fighting's just a lost art Still got my eyes on the prize

I'd rather be dead
Than stuck in the vacuum
Where everyone's so proud of who they're not

Don't need a break
I got what I got
So what if it's nothing still taking my shot

Fighting for a small part
Failing with a big heart
Still got my eyes on the prize

Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running
Like a hurricane ripping through my brain

I'd rather be dead
Then live with no passion
You're trying but not too hard
'Cause fighting's just a lost art
Still got my
Still got my
Still got my eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize
Eyes on the prize

Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep
(My eyes on the prize)
Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep
(My eyes on the prize)
Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running