Tired Eyes
Unveiling Life's Essence: Tired Eyes by Sean Divine
Lyrics
Out here minding my own business
Engaged in my own affairs without interference
Doing what I love, I'd never risk it
Pursuing my passion without taking unnecessary risks
Seen you all up in your feelings, get it twisted
Observing you caught up in emotions, don't misinterpret
Why you seeking approval and never fit in
Questioning why you seek approval and never truly belong
You could never swerve in my lane, yeah
Your path is different from mine, can't navigate in my direction
Feel the spirit all in my veins, yeah
Feeling a spiritual connection coursing through my veins
Try to imitate you can't sustain it
Attempting to copy, but unable to sustain the imitation
We keep the most high on display, yeah
Prioritizing the divine, keeping the highest principles on display
It ain't all about us
Recognizing it's not all about us, humility
I lay this all before your thrown, Lord
Dedicating everything before the throne of the Lord
Can't do this on my own
Acknowledging inability to do it alone
I tried a thousand times
Multiple attempts on my own, unsuccessful
Refocusing these tired eyes
Shifting focus from weariness in my eyes
Refocusing these tired eyes
Continuing to refocus from tiredness
They said I could never do it like this
Others doubted my ability to achieve success
Class in session, I ain't got no handouts
No handouts, earned success through effort
This all started back when mom was praying it would pan out for me
Roots trace back to mom's prayers for success
Not the fame or the fee, heart locked she got the key
Not motivated by fame or money, heart's key is love and grace
All I need's grace and love from the man up above
Reliance on grace and love from the higher power
Fall back, I was aiming for the billboards
Originally aimed for mainstream success
No awards to my name, signing NDAs
No awards, signing non-disclosure agreements
Hearing stories on the reddit
Hearing rumors on Reddit, facing challenges as a producer
Ghost producer, missing credits
Ghost producer, missing proper credits, accepting responsibility
That's ok, that's on me
Accepting mistakes, taking ownership
I could, I could never find peace
Struggling to find inner peace
All these words they spraying on these beats, what's it mean
Questions about the meaning of words sprayed on beats
Are we saying anything the people really need
Reflecting on whether the music conveys meaningful messages
Is the most important thing attention or the fees
Contemplating the significance of attention versus financial gains
You know they don't ever add up
Acknowledging that success metrics often don't align
I lay this all before your thrown, Lord
Dedicating everything before the divine throne once again
Can't do this on my own
Admitting the inability to achieve alone
I tried a thousand times
Multiple unsuccessful attempts to overcome challenges
Refocusing these tired eyes
Continuing to refocus despite fatigue
Refocusing these tired eyes
Persisting in the effort to refocus from tiredness
Refocusing these tired eyes
Reiterating the need to refocus from weariness
Right now's the season to believe it
Emphasizing the current season as a time to believe
This love will find you never leaving
Expressing confidence that love will find and never forsake
Lord why these others so deceiving
Questioning why others can be deceptive
You know and I know, all the lies
Mutual understanding of the falsehoods
Yeah we heard them all before
Having heard and disregarded similar lies before
I lay this all before your thrown, Lord
Repeating the dedication before the divine throne
Can't do this on my own
Acknowledging the inability to face challenges alone
I tried a thousand times
Recounting numerous unsuccessful attempts
Refocusing these tired eyes
Continuing to refocus despite weariness
Refocusing these tired eyes
Persisting in the effort to refocus from tiredness
They said I could never do it like this
Addressing skepticism about achieving success
They said I could never do it like this
Asserting the ability to achieve success against odds
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