[Chorus: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar

Worn-out places

Worn-out face

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

[Verse 1: Kerser]

Bunch of robots in a race

They don't know where they going though

Doing what they told, brainwashed like they knowin' so

That's why I'm fucked up, living how my mates live

I hope that 9 to 5 make you feel like you made it

Then coppers do and the government can die slow

Hi, no, I'm happy sitting back watching time go

It's what it is and what it is, I can see through

What you do cause what you do is what we do

Not today man, I'm feeling the stress

As I try block it out and not deal with the mess

You ever popped this, pop that, dropped this what lad

Open up my eyes and realize I've been shot back

People think I make this up and I don't do shit

Look into these eyes and tell me I ain't being true bitch

From the heart, from the dome I'm just being real

Ripped apart bone to bone, I can barely feel

[Chorus: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar

Worn-out places

Worn-out face

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

[Verse 2: Kerser]

I'm not like the majority, I'm kinda way different

Starting with the fact that I'm kinda way gifted

I reckon you back stab, these memories flash back

The end of the track smash, defending the lads that

Ain't got a dollar or a cent to get a feed or the kids who ain't got shit and sneak and sleep under sea saws

Keep your head up, brother Kerser here and understands

I understand if theres never been another plan

Fuck the robots, why you caring what they thinking bro?

Why you even stop to pay attention to a freaking clone

Plan to escape, I got my hand in the gate

Pick the padlock, pop, now the mans on his way

I can't handle it wait, why you gotta go for?

The old man who see me now, he probably go to war

This ain't right, I take flight with a pipe without a sedative

I guarantee that its a late night

[Chorus: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar

Worn-out places

Worn-out face

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

[Verse 3: Kerser]

Everywhere I go it's always Kerser, what the up bro

People ask me this but I don't think they give a fuck tho

Tablet with a lift so the codeine's the gift

I pop shit like this and it ain't cause im sick, nah

It's to get so high that I can't spit a word out

Pop one through the chorus, I will hope I get the third out

Brain gone, eyes straining to move

I had a plan, now I lost, what I'm aiming to do?

I stay making the move, I could break you in two

Dont be hatin' its true, it's what greatness would do

I bought a mix quick with the shit that I spit

Along with what I'm on and I'm addicted to this

Now resistant and shit thats got my wrist in the hand cuffs

Paddy wagon swerving I ain't trying to stand, uh

Living life by the rodes on my note pad

You know it's fucking real if Ker's the man that just wrote that

[Chorus: Gary Jules]

All around me are familiar

Worn-out places

Worn-out face

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

All around me are familiar

Worn-out places

Worn-out face

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

[Outro: Gary Jules]

Their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head

I want to drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow