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