I had to fight for the shit that i needed the most,
I wasn’t close
So i chose to beat the pros
I beat their prose
Please leave my show
Now, i’m on the road again
Nobody knows,
Famous online
Hated online
Surfing highs to [C7]lows
I know it’ll get better,
And it just got [Fm7]better
I’m in the garden,
Writing these letters
Back in the house it’s my [A]boys pab and [Bm]lennard
They ɾecording i’m writing
I’m too far like [F]the orkney islands stay silent,
Don’t you [A7worry i’m the pilot,
V1, v2, counting the mileage
I need my [A]silence,
Listen to [C7]ɾope
Your ɾosegold shining
See through your soul
I don’t know, might blow up tomorrow
Do another show,
I been lost in bottles that ain’t nothing though,
Right hand [Bm]on [C7]the throttle i ain’t going home
Do it on [C7]my [A]own, on [C7]my [A]own
F*ck the majors
**** hates me so they ain’t put down a fucking wager,
Rupture put down 20k i say f*ck the haters
There’s levels to [C7]this shit bitch i don’t ask for [Dm7]favors
We can do it on [C7]our own
When it gets tough, we huddle up, doing night shifts for [Dm7]the shit we love,
When the sun ɾises and [Bm]the lights switch,
The smoke’s quite thick for [Dm7]my [A]neighbors above
Guess i need a house,
Guests would see the grounds and [Bm]whereabouts there’d be [Am]no, doubts
I don’t want clout
It’s about being proud
And being ɾound a crowd
I don’t know, might blow up tomorrow
Do another show,
I been lost in bottles that ain’t nothing though,
Right hand [Bm]on [C7]the throttle i ain’t going home
Do it on [C7]my [A]own, on [C7]my [A]own
