Sick of these hold outs • clean plate so we can roll out
Cashing checks your heart can’t pay
Like start tomorrow • no, let’s start it today
I’m getting sick of these hold ups • clean slate so we can blow up
Eyes locked on the treasure you hold
Why even start the diggin’ if the dirt is gold?
Now try to shrink down • f it into your self-worth, f ind promise
Bring it back, let it grow up and go to your head
Sick of guidance • on the rocks with the sirens
Crash land in a place and a time
“is this really my life?” this one couldn’t be mine.”
I’m feeling guilty for ambition
Like i forgot to ask permission
But i’d rather die with my heart in knots
Than live thinking ‘bout the moment that i might have lost
Now try to shrink down • f it into my own self-worth, f ind promise
Bring it back, let it grow up and go to my head
Blast off • see the world • built that cage, now you live in it
Blast off • see the world from above
Shrink down • f it into your own self-worth, f ind promise
Bring it back, let it grow up and go to your head
Shrink down • fit into my own self worth, f ind promise
Bring it back, let it grow up and go to my head