Piano Hits

If you think that no one's looking If you think that no one's listening, babe Then you're ahead of the game [Verse 1] No machines, no funerals No plugs to pull, this is my living will And it all seems beautiful Let it go, on with the carousel Any day in a daze in the grey in the dirt With a foot on your neck and your teeth on the curb Lotta debt, lotta work No check, lotta hurt Lotta thoughts, big drop, no net [Hook] No safe in your speech I'll take trouble with me I know when I'm beat and I can't separate these This route, these tries, are mine This mission forgets sleeps This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah That miss-step that's mine That rough wake that's mine This might be it [Verse 2] And it all comes back Trust, dodge, aim away Circus rigging, games played Clutch cover, sick lay Let's get nervous, let's get nauseous Meds for the life, dead to the headache Dead to the cautious here for the sedate To wake 'em and skate and take names Make patience the standard, no pain I'm a man with a matador mind man damn And the plan is to blow the door wide man, yeah I'm a mess, I'm a creep No fresh, so me I'm a troubadour here to underscore the other side, yeah And it all comes back Only got the two choices All day every Stay hushed or make noises We're made to break Let's test the old limits We got us, big drop, no, let's go [Hook] I'm suffocating I know when I'm beat But I can't separate these This route, these tries, are mine This mission forgets sleeps This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah That miss-step that's mine That rough wake that's mine This might be it, this might be it [Verse 3] Got my scheme bag, keys in hand "Peace" in the note, ten bucks and a plan Thieves out of chance Give a reason, glance Leave, ghost No luck til you make it Sleeves to to the elbow Grease to the hello Ease in, please give a call to my pops Tell him hell froze Tell him I'mma see an end, but no before him Big drop, no net, no [Hook] Out of your reach You'll never catch me I know when I'm beat But I can't separate these This route, these tries, are mine This mission forgets sleeps This mind, it's mine, I'll own this manic, yeah That miss-step that's mine That rough wake that's mine This might be it