Maximal
I promise maximal effort from me
There will never be an end to all the blood and sweat I'll lend to make it work
When I get where I need, I'll send word for you
Wouldn't burden you with details you won't read
I promise maximal effort from me
When my options are exhausted but I still won't lay down and give it up
When I get what I need, still get hungry, bite the hand that feeds
I will take from you. I will give it to myself
Take from you. Give it to myself
I promise maximal effort from me
Even in my final days, I'll find an outlet that still pays
So cut me loose. Stretch me 'til I can't breathe
But I never set the goal, so it's always out of reach
Show me a ladder, I'll climb it. Hold my breath if you time it
Do your worst to me above a dotted line, and I'll sign it
Write my name down for me. Dot the i's and cross the s's
There's somewhere I need to be. I've got no time for second guesses
I'm already past 25. Some of my best years are behind me
I could use a better hand to break me down, redefine me
I want answers on my legacy, but the greatest minds in artistry
Their speeches just don't speak to me 'cause all of them are dead already
There will never be an end to all the blood and sweat I'll lend to make it work
When I get where I need, I'll send word for you
Wouldn't burden you with details you won't read
I promise maximal effort from me
When my options are exhausted but I still won't lay down and give it up
When I get what I need, still get hungry, bite the hand that feeds
I will take from you. I will give it to myself
Take from you. Give it to myself
I promise maximal effort from me
Even in my final days, I'll find an outlet that still pays
So cut me loose. Stretch me 'til I can't breathe
But I never set the goal, so it's always out of reach
Show me a ladder, I'll climb it. Hold my breath if you time it
Do your worst to me above a dotted line, and I'll sign it
Write my name down for me. Dot the i's and cross the s's
There's somewhere I need to be. I've got no time for second guesses
I'm already past 25. Some of my best years are behind me
I could use a better hand to break me down, redefine me
I want answers on my legacy, but the greatest minds in artistry
Their speeches just don't speak to me 'cause all of them are dead already
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Writer(s): Micah Smith
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