V1:
I'm gonna have a hard time explaining to 'em, even though I am a skilled linguist
But this time I realise I have to distinguish

Who's in my life for a reason
And who's in my life for a season, word to Tyrese
And I can guarantee that the majority

Of those who I know will end up in the latter category
Purely because they ain't focused
Can't be around them trying to write my magnum opus

I gosta cut my ties, maybe lose a few friends
'Cause this type of grind, man the hustle never ends
I often encounter the pressure to relax all around me

Give in on occasion and I can't sleep soundly
After knowing I've sacrificed some of my treasure
My time, and what for? Just temporary pleasure

So from now, I'mma put that on hold
I predict your reaction will be to say I turned cold but the truth is


CHORUS:
I was lazy enough to believe
That letting fate take control of me was the best way to achieve

But now I'm more existential, and I act on my potential
So all my habits are gonna change, on New Year's Day


V2:
January first is the game-changer
Whacking distractions like moles, I'm a park ranger

iPad alarm, 5:30 every morning
So when it gets to Summer, I'll be up before dawn
And on the days when rising seems torturous

I'll remember my passion and I'm sure a single thought of it
Will compel me to snap out my dozing
The world is my falcon but nobody knows it

Isn't it funny how those who have wealth
Say they worked hard for it, but those who barely have enough
Dismiss the fact with a careless brush

When you ask why they're bankrupt, they say God must have wanted me to live rough
So they're blaming The Higher Source for things they should've done
I'm worried 'cause it could be me when I'm twenty-one

And I actually have to provide
So I'm taking the chance to ride the productivity slide, and I'm out


CHORUS