Lacing Up
Thinking back I knew I'd fall
So why'd I even try at all
Grown so big but feel so small
Why'd I even try at all
Guess that's why I've built these walls
So I don't have to try at all
Wounds have festered far too long
So I don't think I'll try at all
Help me, to breathe
The walls are closing in
I'm not at home inside my skin
Rock me, to sleep
My sole escape from what's within
I'll run away if I can't win
Another day, here we go again
I lace up my vans, make it home my only plan
(That's Right)
I don't play, I just watch em from the stands
Spent a year up on the bench you could say I never ran
(Okay)
Doin me, I do what I can
I'm only one man, tryna fight for what I stand
(I fight)
I don't flex, I'm just saving up my bands
I don't know about the future I'm still laying out the plan
(Lord knows)
Only Lord knows
I think I'm too jaded to decide where I should go
I don't talk to satan but I know he see me tho
Yeah I know that he be jealous steady hatin on the low
Been a couple years that I been workin on my flow
Know my hair be nice but keep yo hands up out my fro
I been through some pain but I ain't under its control
Yeah I know a brother awkward but my momma gave me soul
(Alright)
So why'd I even try at all
Grown so big but feel so small
Why'd I even try at all
Guess that's why I've built these walls
So I don't have to try at all
Wounds have festered far too long
So I don't think I'll try at all
Help me, to breathe
The walls are closing in
I'm not at home inside my skin
Rock me, to sleep
My sole escape from what's within
I'll run away if I can't win
Another day, here we go again
I lace up my vans, make it home my only plan
(That's Right)
I don't play, I just watch em from the stands
Spent a year up on the bench you could say I never ran
(Okay)
Doin me, I do what I can
I'm only one man, tryna fight for what I stand
(I fight)
I don't flex, I'm just saving up my bands
I don't know about the future I'm still laying out the plan
(Lord knows)
Only Lord knows
I think I'm too jaded to decide where I should go
I don't talk to satan but I know he see me tho
Yeah I know that he be jealous steady hatin on the low
Been a couple years that I been workin on my flow
Know my hair be nice but keep yo hands up out my fro
I been through some pain but I ain't under its control
Yeah I know a brother awkward but my momma gave me soul
(Alright)
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Writer(s): Logan Kirkeeng
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