Jacob McCaslin, Chelsamina - Doing My Thing

Good morning, with the goodbyes
Hey, hello
No friendly conversations
One way phones
In order to get out there
Thoughts I'll write
Nobody pays attention
Food arrives
Bet you had enough
Getting all dressed up
And betting on fake lives
When you're all asleep
I'm just gonna keep
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
They've thought about the timing
When to strike
They're looking over shoulders
What to like
Their formulas will pick out
Who will fair
Less than a thousand plays
I shouldn't care
Bet you had enough
Getting all dressed up
And betting on fake lives
When you're all asleep
I'm just gonna keep
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing
Doing my thing

Written by:
Jacob McCaslin

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