Baby Boy - Rare Americans

It’s a whole new ball game

It’s a brand new fucking day

I’m getting back on the grind, it’s gonna take some time

Refocus myself, I gotta train my mind

Visions are stalking me, dreams that flock to me

28, not close to where I gotta be

Brand new tunes, killed the summertime blues

No retail therapy, or pills or booze

I’m not on that vibe anymore, but it took some time

Hated waking up feeling cloudy and hitting rewind

Not knowin' what I’d find, no mulligans in this life

I was living for the party and I was blind

Shrivelled, I was shrunk

I was mentally drunk

I was cold, I was down

I was beating myself

I feel hungry now

Lik a baby boy

I’m awake, I’m awake

I’m awake, I’m awak

And it’s a whole new ball game

(it's a whole new ballgame)

It’s a brand new day

(it's a brand new fucking day)

It’s not the news, I was looking for

But for a change, I wasn’t hanging

I was honest with myself for once

Insteada my usual haranguing

You’ll be banging on my door no more

I’m bored of being bored

How many more can I afford?

Dormant dreams, shelved & stored

I feel hungry now

Like a baby boy

I’m awake, I’m awake

I’m awake, I’m awake

And it’s a whole new ball game

(it's a whole new ballgame)

It’s a brand new day

(it's a brand new fucking day)

Shrivelled, I was shrunk

I was mentally drunk

I was cold, I was down

I was beating myself

I feel hungry now

Like a baby boy

I’m awake, I’m awake

I’m awake, I’m awake

It’s a brand new day

It’s a brand new day

It’s a brand new day

It’s a brand new day