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