I've been waiting all this time to burn the night
And it feels so low (feels so low)
♪
Well I'm sick to death of always swallowing
The same old shit that keeps them bothering
The only conscience I have left
To break away from the crowd
And get it off my chest right now
It wasn't what I said
Word for word, you left you there for dead
You say that you have nothing left
So I'll take my chance while it's right there in front of me
(Take my chance while it's right there in front of me)
I've been waiting all this time to burn the night
And it feels so low (feels so low)
And my hands keep shaking
I'm just trying to hold on tight
And it feels so low (feels so low)
Well I try to figure out how you play your game
'Cause nothing never ever seems to stay the same
Just when I think I've got you figured out
You go and change up the board and I get lost in the crowd again
Is that the best you've got?
Line me up and take me shot by shot?
It's not the way the story ends
So I'll take my chance while it's right there in front of me
(Take my chance while it's right there in front of me)
I've been waiting all this time to burn the night
And it feels so low (feels so low)
And my hands keep shaking
I'm just trying to hold on tight
And it feels so low (feels so low)
♪
Are these lyrics too intelligent?
Do you prefer a song void of meaning?
There's so much pressure to stay relevant
Let me flash my grills, pop some pills 'cause I'm bleeding
I feel your foot on my throat, I'm fading
It is what it is, but I'm sick of the shit, yeah
I want a hit Billboard top 40
Bend me backwards
Treat me like I'm marrying at the American dream
I feel your foot on my throat, I'm fading (yeah, yeah)
I want a hit Billboard top 40
I've been waiting all this time to burn the night
And it feels so low (feels so low)
And my hands keep shaking
I'm just trying to hold on tight
And it feels so low (feels so low)
I feel your foot on my throat, I'm fading (yeah, yeah)
I want a hit Billboard top 40