Lightwork

It's what I felt, what I thought
Easy to be humble, hard to be not
Feel a way, show emotion and they mock
Cuz they can't so let' em rot
You came around now my stomach in a knot
Seven odd years faking is a lot
Everything I said when I hit rock
Went over your head like a chip shot
Act a big shot with your mans
Peeking down at your phone when I'm walking by
Stare into the lens the only way you look me in my eye
Can't rely on me linking
Time flies when you're drinking
Everything you want is hollow
Knocking on it and its clinking
Like ding ding
What you thinking?
Penny for your thoughts dollar for your soul
Anything for that Lincoln
Every dime got me blinking like twenty times
Attention span on decline cuz this fucking thing goes * every time
(Every time)

Lightwork
Stepping on the mat wipe dirt
Sweatpants - white shirt
Next chance
Might work
Lightwork
Stepping on the mat wipe dirt
Sweatpants - white shirt
Next chance
Might work



Credits
Writer(s): Orlando Lambert
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