作词 : Studio Records
作曲 : Studio Records
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Never thinking twice 
Never had much except that look in your eyes
Never gonna see the blurred lines
Women change and the years go by thinking we’re playing the same game
It’s been years and the world shifted
Nothing is what it was before—eyes are deader
As you act the same
Never see what’s mine what’s yours
Right now we’re on that tunnel vision
Distraught heart beating fast I keep thinking about this music until theres morning light
And when the sunshine gets high I’m stuck with the paper and pen until there’s no more light
I’m talking street lights, pilot lights, tunnel lights, sunlight the whole 9 years/
Dizzy—blurried visions, thoughts diminishing
and I’m stuck with lights flashing
that’s my Celly old superstitions, that’s that sunlight/
Dazed in, Sundays going fast
Church days I’m missing
What you got with that sunlight/ tunnel vision
Blurried vision/drinking all night/sunlight—What we doing? What we doing What we missing/
Never listening/ Never thinking twice


Never thinking twice 
Seeing lights pass before my eyes
Late night club hopping, girls hyping
Body bruising, body bags
Dumb kids smashing, 
Hitters, runners,
I’m just focusing on what I need to do
Until girlies coming to me
I will make your dreams come true


Late night girls get me thinking what we had
Women come and go never thought much if they were thinking if it was love that we had
Old days and there was too much to say
Long days and crazy nights
Old days you were with your girls
And I wish to hold you in my arms again
And when I’m driving never thought much where the night would go/ Cops stay waiting
Never stressed about you
Late night keeps me busy	
Staying out all night writing them poetics that was therapy
Death lingers in every corner
Even to the innocent girlies that met my gaze before I could ever---/ 
And old habits die before I get hit with that stutter step telepathy
Guarantee to make you think twice--wheels of steel
When that foot is heavy on the grinder
Pushing everything like it’s something me with the cart
And holding straight vodka ting—that’s grinding
And I see music as passion—that’s me liming
Keep your poster – posterboy--
Watch out that’s federales when people getting cutty
That’s sting
On Sting
That’s everything—with that drink—I drink that Ting



Never thinking twice 
Seeing lights pass before my eyes
Late night club hopping, girls hyping
Body bruising, body bags
Dumb kids smashing, 
Hitters, runners,
I’m just focusing on what I need to do
Until girlies coming to me
I will make your dreams come true