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walkabout - amaya rose lyrics

[spoken intro]
wandering** the word “wandering” is not negative connotation
y’know there’s a whole thing… what’s the thing in australia?
walkabout?
like, you go walk
“where are you going?” “i’m going on a walk. i’m out walking.”
exploring. like, being what you are in the moment, pursuing things that you’re interested in
that is, is a very non*western concept of life. which is real and accurate, and very important
so, i hear what you’re saying, you’re starting to go down this, like, kind of guilt path. which is** yes
i mean, that’s, that’s like western expectations of, “corporate ladder… i’m moving ahead in my career,” you know?
it’s not how artists work. it’s…
it’s much more amorphous. it’s this whole goo of creativity that we learn. and that’s cool
but before you get too far down that headsp*ce of, like, “i’m lost or wandering,”
yes. be lost and wandering

[chorus]
i’m too late for the future
(how do you know what you had would not last?)
i’m too far in the future
(why do you run when the land is so vast?)
i can’t wait for the future
(why do you ask for your journey so fast?)
i can’t place where we are in the future
(how can we know what we know with no past?)

i’m too late
(how do you know what you had would not last?)
(i put my soul on the page, the pen and pad
been writing for 3 days, now i’m starting to crash)

[verse]
yo
first draft was a mess
second drafts in the trash
the 3rd verse was too long
had to cut it in half

imagine 2020 me trying to rap in a mask
is it 2023? must be stuck in the past

hold on, wait a second, think i’m going too fast
got my brain second*guessing
with my foot on the gas

hit the clutch, maybe brakes, let my mind switch gears
too much, baby*faced let me cry these tears

i put my soul on the page, the pen and pad
been writing for 3 days now i’m starting to crash

fighting the irritation, start to get mad
no luck with my creation, gave it all that i had
so throw it all in cremation, ’cause nothing will last
might as well start it over, that’s the musical path

3/4, 4/4, think it all comes in cycles
before i know more, lemme think back to high school

didn’t know a thing, i watched the guard throw the rifle
choir used to sing, it was all fun and trifle

let me catch my breath, doctor, check the vitals
back to basics, middle school, first recital

was it good? probably not, what do i know?
without that first concert, would i be here?
answer’s “no”

all serves a purpose, there’s more to art than meets the surface
half the time, think brain’s crossing circuits

being honest, my mind is like a circus
half the time i write i listen back and say, “burn this”

and if i’m real, i like a quarter of my verses
and i’ve probably wrote more than the books that be in churches
took a lot just to learn this
peace
[chorus]
i’m too late for the future
(how do you know what you had would not last?)
i’m too far in the future
(why do you run when the land is so vast?)
i can’t wait for the future
(why do you ask for your journey so fast?)
i can’t place where we are in the future
(how can we know what we know with no past?)

(how do you**)

- amaya rose lyrics

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