Eyes on the Prize Lyrics by Lo Moon
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 fightings 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