Eyes On The Prize - Arkells

Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy

I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

(Baby, baby)

I got my levels outta place, last night was a long one

Lookin' for a quick fix, lookin' for a short cut

But if I wanna game plan for a long run

What do I bring to the table except dumb luck?

There’s a good chance the last thing I think of

Will show up in my sleep and crash all my dreams

With some shit I won’t repeat, 'cause it’s not what I’m proud of

Some heaviness, some pettiness, some things that I’m ashamed of

When I think of you (When I think of you)

I think of us (I think of us)

I think I’m done with this (Motherfucking hiatus)

October comes and I’ll show you what I’m made of

I hope it’s harvest time for my fruits of labour

Reach out, you’ve got the real deal right in front of you

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I was repeating conversations with a chip on my shoulder

Replaying the scene, over and over

I got confused and the world started spinnin'

Send out a search party, I’ve gone missin'

'Cause Lord knows I’ve been through the ringer

Lord knows I’m gonna come out swingin'

It’s mid-July in New York City

I might be sitting in Coach, but I’m ready for the big leagues

Reach out, you’ve got the real deal right in front of you

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy

I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

I keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Those bodega lights at 3 am

Fluorescent and bright, just like a movie set

And Jules was dancin', lit an imaginary cigarette

He said, «Man, why you feelin' sorry for yourself?»

And the man behind the counter, he turned up the radio

One of those old AM/FM boomboxes, the kind with the cassettes

You said something that I won’t forget:

«Ya just keep movin', movin'

Ya just keep movin', movin'

Ya just keep movin', movin'

Ya just keep movin'»

Are we meditating on this, or medicating on this?

I’ve tried out both before

It seemed like the perfect day to take a leap of faith

But I came up short

Are you listening close?

Start listening close!

To tell me your true desire

I know it’s played some mean tricks before

But I promise the body don’t lie

Reach out, you got the real deal right in front of you

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Reach out, it could be better than a fantasy

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Keep my eyes on the prize, baby

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)

Got me singing ayy-ohh!

(Got me singing ayy-ohh!)