Fresh Eyes

Uh, yeah

Stayin' loose on a tight rope
Fresh eyes, no blindfold
How you gonna use your time though
Put the work in and you'll find gold

You can feel it in the air right?
This right here feel like paradise
Didn't use to now I dare to try
Never take a break, ain't a chair in sight
Had a pair of fights and
I won both of 'em
Had to check the mirror to find
Who the opponent was
Held it back since I had opposing thumbs
Now don't give a fuck
Not a solitary modicum
And there's more to come
Some people were born to run
I was born to make order from
The words as drums
While someone strum a chord and hum
And do it right, not a corner cut
Uh, I'm closing loops as I open up
Digging holes in my goals
Gotta go for 'em
They chasin' bread, hell me too it's true
But I'm so hot that it's toast that comes

Stayin' loose on a tight rope
Fresh eyes, no blindfold
How you gonna use your time though
Put the work in and you'll find gold
Yeah, stayin' loose on a tight rope
Fresh eyes, no blindfold
How you gonna use your time though
Put the work in and you'll find gold

This type of feeling got me some way
Steered clear now I peer into fear's face
Won't run away, won't just wait
If I don't try nothing's gonna change
Now hail, sleet, sun, or rain I'ma show up
I'ma chip away 'til my face on the totem
At war 'til I got a wage I can fold up
And hold up a toast 'til we go nuts
Rose up out of the basement
These other acts just complain but
They're coming plain
They take another hit, I'm just one away
Gotta chase 'til I'm center stage
Start slow then blow, got it planned out
While they sittin' in, I stand out
I step it up, they starting to stare now

Stayin' loose on a tight rope
Fresh eyes, no blindfold
How you gonna use your time though
Put the work in and you'll find gold
Yeah, stayin' loose on a tight rope
Fresh eyes, no blindfold
How you gonna use your time though
Put the work in and you'll find gold



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Taylor Hand, Robin Ulf Vadström
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