Don’t say one word, it’s not your concern
Don’t say anything to make things alright
Don’t say anything to make things alright

[Verse 1: Outasight]
As she said good morning Mr. Andrew
Huh, why you seem so stressed?
Is it ‘cause the world will eat you up and spit you out?
Make you feel like one of the rest
I clear my throat, clear my head
But I need to clear one of these checks
‘Cause the last call I got was from a collector
Saying I need to clear up some of this debt
Fret and when I go out on the town
I gotta give pounds to people I don’t like
Get a life, take a hike, fly a kite, goodbye
Even when the sun ain’t beaming when the morning
Or the evening, my future is still bright
But it’s a fight tonight-tonight
Don’t say anything to make it seem-seem alright

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Outasight]
Feeling low, my life is in limbo
Chances knocked out like I was fighting with Kimbo
Trying to get out of [bad word]  don’t know what I’m into
Wish it would work like I’m holding some mentos
Meet problems face on, met her late night
She didn’t put her face on, pull out the bottle, take [bad word] away but getting chased on by Jason
Yo, no matter how fast [bad word] run-run, [bad word] catch up to me, yo
Sometimes I think I’m having fun-fun but not really
I stop daily and think about the difference between failing
And being [bad word]  to me, the synonyms definitions are similar
Never the point and never giving up, we getting [bad word] on