A Struggle Songtext
von The Garden
A Struggle Songtext
Spiderwebs on my steering wheel, sometimes I′m barely alive
What else can you fuck up?
What else can I fuck up? I let the eight-legged drive
Push too hard, and you'll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection, as I push everyone away
What′s the word, what's the word?
What's the word, what′s the word?
My word is dirt to them, nothing else I can say!
A struggle is what you make it
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears, then you're dead wrong
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears, then you're dead wrong
You′re dead wrong
Not that it really matters what you do anymore
'Cause my word is so strong until the day goes by
All I could do was offer on the fly
If you got an issue, I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears then you're dead wrong
You're dead wrong
Spiderwebs on my steering wheel, sometimes I′m barely alive
What else can you fuck up?
What else can I fuck up? I let the eight-legged drive
Push too hard, and you′ll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection, as I push everyone away
What's the word, what′s the word?
What's the word, what′s the word?
My word is dirt to them, nothing else I can say
A struggle is what you make it
Not that it really matters what you do anymore
'Cause my word is so strong until the day goes by
All I could do was offer on the fly
If you got an issue, I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
What else can you fuck up?
What else can I fuck up? I let the eight-legged drive
Push too hard, and you'll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection, as I push everyone away
What′s the word, what's the word?
What's the word, what′s the word?
My word is dirt to them, nothing else I can say!
A struggle is what you make it
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears, then you're dead wrong
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears, then you're dead wrong
You′re dead wrong
Not that it really matters what you do anymore
'Cause my word is so strong until the day goes by
All I could do was offer on the fly
If you got an issue, I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think for a second now
I′ll shift my gears then you're dead wrong
You're dead wrong
Spiderwebs on my steering wheel, sometimes I′m barely alive
What else can you fuck up?
What else can I fuck up? I let the eight-legged drive
Push too hard, and you′ll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection, as I push everyone away
What's the word, what′s the word?
What's the word, what′s the word?
My word is dirt to them, nothing else I can say
A struggle is what you make it
Not that it really matters what you do anymore
'Cause my word is so strong until the day goes by
All I could do was offer on the fly
If you got an issue, I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
Writer(s): Wyatt Shears, Fletcher Shears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
