Yeah
Alright
Visceral freestyle on Phoenix, the album. 2 bars in
Go get 'em Nye
Sometimes I wonder if I'm even doing my life right
Still though I'm keeping up the faith like it's my eyesight
Hope I regain my faculties during fight night
The line between youth and immaturity is the slight type
Asked my father for advice and he said son I could go on forever
But I'll tell you 2 things you should keep and treasure
Number one, know who you are and who we raised you to be
Number two, don't wait to come home if you're really in need
Forgot the people round me have hearts even softer than Brie
I don't deserve to have the kindness that they lavish on me
No I'm unlovable for days at a time, maybe I should resign, but I'll still say that I'm fine
Is this self-doubt a crime, their skill is greater than mine
Have I wasted all my childhood to be paid back a dime
The devil tries to smother out the burning fire inside
I tell him hell will see some snow before I give up on life
Visceral
Lord, are you listening
I know I can't really kick up a fuss but I'm still sensing something's missing
Shoot, my teens are sifting through my fingers
I fear the sky will fall on my head if I have a break from lifting
Visceral
When I get older, who can say, will I sleep at night or in the day
Will the sun shine bright or the sky turn grey? Will I go outside if my joints complain
My eyes go dim just like my brain. Shoulders stoop, I walk with a cane
I'm scared of falling in my lane. And my ears go deaf, turn up that gain
I need a doctor? You're insane, cause I'm at the age, I'm past the pain
Go and flip the page, so it ain't so plain, check up on my gauge, was it all in vain
Funny, homeboys figured how to play the game
Dying for a trigger, turn up and remember my name
Whenever I have learned something new about myself
I'm conscious I still have quite a long way to go
In a few short years my world has grown in proportion
But I'm ill... prepared, wish that it had gone slow
As a young man, emotions felt unfiltered and raw but
I guess that one day little boys should grow up
I confided in my dad, cried how can I do this
The world is a Rottweiler, I'm only a pup
Picture the world, if I wasn't here
Would you still play my songs, would the path be more clear
Start a pain in my stomach, the tingle of fear
It's called intuition, when unrest is near
Why is this so? I've put in all the work
I've been to places only I can dream about
Hit the road, another bad day lurks
But I will survive
Visceral
You got 'em Nye
To my mother and both fathers, incredible role models
Selflessness of old martyrs, as humble as goat farmers
What would I do without my family
I'm proud of every single one of you
Especially you little brother
Growing up so well
Think I might have had an influence
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Yeah
Alright
Visceral freestyle on Phoenix, the album. 2 bars in
Go get 'em Nye
Sometimes I wonder if I'm even doing my life right
Still though I'm keeping up the faith like it's my eyesight
Hope I regain my faculties during fight night
The line between youth and immaturity is the slight type
Asked my father for advice and he said son I could go on forever
But I'll tell you 2 things you should keep and treasure
Number one, know who you are and who we raised you to be
Number two, don't wait to come home if you're really in need
Forgot the people round me have hearts even softer than Brie
I don't deserve to have the kindness that they lavish on me
No I'm unlovable for days at a time, maybe I should resign, but I'll still say that I'm fine
Is this self-doubt a crime, their skill is greater than mine
Have I wasted all my childhood to be paid back a dime
The devil tries to smother out the burning fire inside
I tell him hell will see some snow before I give up on life
Visceral
Lord, are you listening
I know I can't really kick up a fuss but I'm still sensing something's missing
Shoot, my teens are sifting through my fingers
I fear the sky will fall on my head if I have a break from lifting
Visceral
When I get older, who can say, will I sleep at night or in the day
Will the sun shine bright or the sky turn grey? Will I go outside if my joints complain
My eyes go dim just like my brain. Shoulders stoop, I walk with a cane
I'm scared of falling in my lane. And my ears go deaf, turn up that gain
I need a doctor? You're insane, cause I'm at the age, I'm past the pain
Go and flip the page, so it ain't so plain, check up on my gauge, was it all in vain
Funny, homeboys figured how to play the game
Dying for a trigger, turn up and remember my name
Whenever I have learned something new about myself
I'm conscious I still have quite a long way to go
In a few short years my world has grown in proportion
But I'm ill... prepared, wish that it had gone slow
As a young man, emotions felt unfiltered and raw but
I guess that one day little boys should grow up
I confided in my dad, cried how can I do this
The world is a Rottweiler, I'm only a pup
Picture the world, if I wasn't here
Would you still play my songs, would the path be more clear
Start a pain in my stomach, the tingle of fear
It's called intuition, when unrest is near
Why is this so? I've put in all the work
I've been to places only I can dream about
Hit the road, another bad day lurks
But I will survive
Visceral
You got 'em Nye
To my mother and both fathers, incredible role models
Selflessness of old martyrs, as humble as goat farmers
What would I do without my family
I'm proud of every single one of you
Especially you little brother
Growing up so well
Think I might have had an influence
Alright
Visceral freestyle on Phoenix, the album. 2 bars in
Go get 'em Nye
Sometimes I wonder if I'm even doing my life right
Still though I'm keeping up the faith like it's my eyesight
Hope I regain my faculties during fight night
The line between youth and immaturity is the slight type
Asked my father for advice and he said son I could go on forever
But I'll tell you 2 things you should keep and treasure
Number one, know who you are and who we raised you to be
Number two, don't wait to come home if you're really in need
Forgot the people round me have hearts even softer than Brie
I don't deserve to have the kindness that they lavish on me
No I'm unlovable for days at a time, maybe I should resign, but I'll still say that I'm fine
Is this self-doubt a crime, their skill is greater than mine
Have I wasted all my childhood to be paid back a dime
The devil tries to smother out the burning fire inside
I tell him hell will see some snow before I give up on life
Visceral
Lord, are you listening
I know I can't really kick up a fuss but I'm still sensing something's missing
Shoot, my teens are sifting through my fingers
I fear the sky will fall on my head if I have a break from lifting
Visceral
When I get older, who can say, will I sleep at night or in the day
Will the sun shine bright or the sky turn grey? Will I go outside if my joints complain
My eyes go dim just like my brain. Shoulders stoop, I walk with a cane
I'm scared of falling in my lane. And my ears go deaf, turn up that gain
I need a doctor? You're insane, cause I'm at the age, I'm past the pain
Go and flip the page, so it ain't so plain, check up on my gauge, was it all in vain
Funny, homeboys figured how to play the game
Dying for a trigger, turn up and remember my name
Whenever I have learned something new about myself
I'm conscious I still have quite a long way to go
In a few short years my world has grown in proportion
But I'm ill... prepared, wish that it had gone slow
As a young man, emotions felt unfiltered and raw but
I guess that one day little boys should grow up
I confided in my dad, cried how can I do this
The world is a Rottweiler, I'm only a pup
Picture the world, if I wasn't here
Would you still play my songs, would the path be more clear
Start a pain in my stomach, the tingle of fear
It's called intuition, when unrest is near
Why is this so? I've put in all the work
I've been to places only I can dream about
Hit the road, another bad day lurks
But I will survive
Visceral
You got 'em Nye
To my mother and both fathers, incredible role models
Selflessness of old martyrs, as humble as goat farmers
What would I do without my family
I'm proud of every single one of you
Especially you little brother
Growing up so well
Think I might have had an influence
Writer: John Hughes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid