Touch Me (Live) - Duncan Sheik

People always asking me "How's it goin' man?" If I try to answer that They don't understand It takes too long Oh, it's all been going on way too long No matter how good it looks From the outside You never know how bad it gets On the inside Say I'm a victim of a bad attitude Why am I always looking a better mood? I know about all the saints and sages But it don't line up, it don't line up I read the books all the heaviest pages But it don't line up With my experience Moment to moment to moment to moment To moment experience Moojiji, Moojiji Show me how to be Sadhguru, Sadhguru How do you do? I'm done with living like yesterday I'll be on my way I always lived with the best intentions So it don't line up, it don't line up I've paid my dues and I paid attention So it don't line up, it don't line up And still I have all the apprehensions I'm so wound up, so wound up I should be off to a new dimension But I'm still bound up in my experience I'm ready, ready for real Ready to seal the deal I'm ready, ready for real To get down on my knees and kneel I'm ready, ready for real Ready for the big reveal I'm ready, ready for real To jump off, jump off, this wheel I'm ready, ready for real Ready to seal the deal I'm ready, ready for real To get down on my knees and kneel I'm ready, ready for real Ready for the big reveal I'm ready, ready for real To jump off, jump off, this wheel Oh-oh ready for the big reveal Yeah-yeah

Money counter got a trill like it's speaking Spanish Get in the booth and do damage Came with the flame and I turn the mic into ceramics The temperature spike an advantage I grew up outside of Miami, I'm used to the heat I ain't been home in a minute but I'm always repping You see the gold on my teeth Hop in a nightcrawler and I creep, steering wheel teak I don't wanna wake the residential streets I was in the lab, seven nights a week I was tryna make my future less bleak I was down bad when I dropped Bleach Now I get a thousand dollars for a feat Now I make a living off killing beats Now the plug throw me Needles like Sheik Marble floors never creak, even when I'm ten toes in the Raf Simons Flow bag doesn't have limits so my ballpoint logging mad minutes Preme fanny pack, cash in it and a Welch's fruit snack stash in it Pond sitting in the Rolly face got some Koi fish just to splash in it I don't gotta talk much 'cause my work telling If you hard of hearing then my Cuban yelling I don't bust it down so the value swelling Set sail like Magellan, no GPS, but I found what I'm looking for Long time, I was past first, so I had to learn how to look to score I'm tryna add to my wins, double my spins, triple my ends You wanna see where I been, you gotta look through my Cartier lens I do not play bout the bands, I cannot relax until I see the drop I gotta pay for my sins, I take it right off the top