I see a golden fire
I don't know why I hide it
I don't know what you think
You're talking about but
I'm getting tired of this
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
A spotlight blinding my face
A textbook tearing my hair
An industry I started at it at grade six
I'm getting tired of this
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
Everywhere I go I see
Pop guns pointing straight at me
I think they're real ones
'Cause I still cannot see
Any difference
I still can't make sense
Between 'em
I try to cut loose man
I gotta get my act right
'Cause I've been up all night
Tryna tell myself and everyone
Its gonna be alright
But that's a joke
In the morning its gonna come back
When I wake up its like I'm
Tied to a train track
Now the trains coming
I'm done in I'm running I'm gunning it
Becoming abundant in mumbling
Feet fumbling
I fix it I break it
I just can't take it anymore
I see it then leave it
I'm saying hi as I'm out the door
(That's why)
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
(That's why)
I see chains and I hit the ground running bruh
Find it strange like I've counted a billion
Ways my days have become like chameleons
Op now I'm gunning it
Op now I'm gunning it
So step up or step out
So step up or step out
Don't wanna handle it
Don't wanna handle it
I just can't handle it