Too Many Times

Too many times I've crossed the line
Too many times I've picked the wrong direction
Too many times I've called the shots
Too many times I just forget about it

You may complain, It's way to hard
Spend many nights, spending too many dimes
Facing some facts, resting the case
What should I do, I gotta figure it out

You wanna do what's right
You comming straight from a Zebra
And if you turn up the lights
[?] Zebra

Black and white
(You gotta, you gotta, you gotta make it [?])
Still comming straight from a zebra
Still comming straight from a zebra

You wanna know, what it's like
You gotta know, I'm not competing with you
Aiming too high, Shooting too low
I don't know why, I goess it's starting to show

You wanna do what's right
You comming straight from a Zebra
Turn up the lights
Still comming straight from a zebra

Black and white
(You gotta, you gotta, you gotta make it [?])
Still comming straight from a zebra, a zebra
Still comming straight from a zebra

You wanna do what's right
You comming straight from a Zebra
And if you turn off the lights
Still comming straight from a zebra

Black and white
You gotta figure out
You wanna do what's right
You're comming straight from a zebra
You're comming straight from a zebra
You're comming straight from a zebra
Still comming straight from a zebra
Still comming straight from a zebra
You're comming straight from a zebra, a zebra
Still comming straight from a zebra