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 fightings just a lost art Still got my eyes on the prize I'd rather be dead Then 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 But I 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 Id rather be dead Then live with no passion You're trying but not too hard Cause fightings just a lost art I still got my eyes on the prize Every night I feel it coming Hunts me down but I keep running