Midas
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
Just call me Midas
Cause I got that green thumb
I thought that this would bring me freedom and joy
But I think it must've been dumb
Been a little distant I realize I know that path was so wrong
Never doubt that Karma can hear you when you get lost in your thought
I'm feelin peaceful cause of the life that I've made
Never really been into drama because that shit is so fake
Gotta be clever with the words that I've been puttin in place
Livin it up to the expectation they put on my name
And now I'm feelin so anxious I can't control my own fate
Got a bit carried away
I had too much on my plate yo
My heart has been buried from all the dirt of the game
But go ahead and run it up and then we'll see how you play aye
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
Stained by the blood of your kin
And your rivals in the climb of a lifetime to the top of Olympus
Just for vengeance
Wither away to ashes
For the price of your sin
Outcast to the forrest where we begin
Sticking out like a sore thumb
Not the kind of attention I was anticipatin' patiently waitin'
For the day of awakening
Turn the page on my sanity
Gotta let go of the vanity
Of the life that I live
Like I'm walking on egg shells
In a crowded museum
Don't you touch unless
You making a trip to the mausoleum
Shakin in your skin cause you siezing like Carpe diem
But I hope you learned your lesson
Cause man you have no idea
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
(How you tying your shoes)
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth (Now you're caught in the truth)
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
(No)
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
Just call me Midas
Cause I got that green thumb
I thought that this would bring me freedom and joy
But I think it must've been dumb
Been a little distant I realize I know that path was so wrong
Never doubt that Karma can hear you when you get lost in your thought
I'm feelin peaceful cause of the life that I've made
Never really been into drama because that shit is so fake
Gotta be clever with the words that I've been puttin in place
Livin it up to the expectation they put on my name
And now I'm feelin so anxious I can't control my own fate
Got a bit carried away
I had too much on my plate yo
My heart has been buried from all the dirt of the game
But go ahead and run it up and then we'll see how you play aye
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
Stained by the blood of your kin
And your rivals in the climb of a lifetime to the top of Olympus
Just for vengeance
Wither away to ashes
For the price of your sin
Outcast to the forrest where we begin
Sticking out like a sore thumb
Not the kind of attention I was anticipatin' patiently waitin'
For the day of awakening
Turn the page on my sanity
Gotta let go of the vanity
Of the life that I live
Like I'm walking on egg shells
In a crowded museum
Don't you touch unless
You making a trip to the mausoleum
Shakin in your skin cause you siezing like Carpe diem
But I hope you learned your lesson
Cause man you have no idea
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
(How you tying your shoes)
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth (Now you're caught in the truth)
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
(No)
Enough of breaking the rules
Calm down
If you're turning everything into gold Well how you tying your shoes
Ya gotta control (Control)
Alone with nothing to do
No sound
Of the family you use to hold
And now your caught in the truth
Are you ready to fold? (To fold)
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Writer(s): Lucas Ingram
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