Surprise, uh-oh Didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself At least not so soon Goodbye, uh-oh To adrenaline and ambition comply Gotta look inside myself for another reason to live
Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, uh Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yuh
[Post-Chorus: Jon Mess] Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out You wanna tap out But you feel ashamed to back out What would your friends and your family say? Uh-oh, didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself At least not so soon
Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, uh Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yuh
Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother
Scream, explain? You do it 'til you're trained My voice is like my horoscope I'm Scorpio, I'm strange I tried to tame my brain I admit it was in vain I let it go, it flows It knows I cannot do a thing I got grips and I got stocks I got barrels with an ox Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered All this writing on my walls Built them up to break my fall Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angeredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
