Eyes On The Prize Songtext
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby (baby, baby)
I got my levels out of place last night, it was a long one
Lookin' for a quick fix, lookin' for a shortcut
But if I want a game plan up for a long run
What do I bring to the table, said dumb luck
There's a good chance the last thing I pick up
Will show up in my sleep and crash all my dreams
With some shit I wanna be 'cause it's not what I battle
Some heaviness and pettiness and things I'm ashamed of
When I think of you (when I think of you)
I think of us (I think of us)
I think I'm done with this (how the fuckin high ain't us?)
October comes and I'll show you what I'm made of
I hope it's harvest time for my fruits of labour
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I was repeating conversations with the chip on my shoulder
Replaying the scene, over and over
I got confused and the world started spinnin'
[?] got missin'
Cause Lord knows I've been through the ringer
And Lord knows I'm gonna come out swinging
It's mid July in New York City
Might been sitting in couch, but I'm ready for the big leagues
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Those bodega lights at 3 am
Flourescent and bright
Just like a movie set
And Jules was dancin', lit up an imaginary cigarette
He said, "man, why you feelin' sorry for yourself"
And the man behind the counter, turned up that radio
One of those old AM/FM boomboxes, the kind with the cassettes
You said something that I won't forget:
"Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin'"
Oh we've meditated on this and we've prayed on this
I've tried both before
Seemed like the perfect day to take a leap of faith
But I came up short
Are you listening close? Stop listening close
And tell me your true desire
I know it's played so many mean tricks before
But I promise the body don't lie, come on now
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby (baby, baby)
I got my levels out of place last night, it was a long one
Lookin' for a quick fix, lookin' for a shortcut
But if I want a game plan up for a long run
What do I bring to the table, said dumb luck
There's a good chance the last thing I pick up
Will show up in my sleep and crash all my dreams
With some shit I wanna be 'cause it's not what I battle
Some heaviness and pettiness and things I'm ashamed of
When I think of you (when I think of you)
I think of us (I think of us)
I think I'm done with this (how the fuckin high ain't us?)
October comes and I'll show you what I'm made of
I hope it's harvest time for my fruits of labour
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I was repeating conversations with the chip on my shoulder
Replaying the scene, over and over
I got confused and the world started spinnin'
[?] got missin'
Cause Lord knows I've been through the ringer
And Lord knows I'm gonna come out swinging
It's mid July in New York City
Might been sitting in couch, but I'm ready for the big leagues
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Those bodega lights at 3 am
Flourescent and bright
Just like a movie set
And Jules was dancin', lit up an imaginary cigarette
He said, "man, why you feelin' sorry for yourself"
And the man behind the counter, turned up that radio
One of those old AM/FM boomboxes, the kind with the cassettes
You said something that I won't forget:
"Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin', movin'
Ya just keep movin'"
Oh we've meditated on this and we've prayed on this
I've tried both before
Seemed like the perfect day to take a leap of faith
But I came up short
Are you listening close? Stop listening close
And tell me your true desire
I know it's played so many mean tricks before
But I promise the body don't lie, come on now
Reach out, you got the ribbon right in front of you
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
I keep my eyes on the prize, baby
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)
Got me singing ay-oh! (Got me singing ay-oh!)