First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of my food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em
First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of this food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em
Feeling the pressure
I'm looking around
I think that it's only from me
My vision is blurry
I'm not even worried
I used to be able to see
It's always been harder
For me to relax
Than everyone else on the team
I know it's the reason I've always succeeded
But comes with a curse I'll never be pleased
So dry off my face and throw in the towel
I'll never be bothered again
Indifference is comfortable I used to run from it
Now I'm just letting it in
Without my ambition I feel like I'm them
It's sad that I had to give in
And close up the book on a chapter that happened to be at my lowest
I know how it ends
First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of my food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em
First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of this food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em
I got a lot to confess
But I keep it hush
I'm saving this face
You can't let em see all the mess
I got a lot to confess
Nah I ain't making my bed
I'm never gon' lay
It's scary to rest
I got a lot to confess
I wish I could tell 'em I love 'em to death
But lately been feelin' like saving my breath
We done with the stressin' on this side
We're over with the effort just get by
Don't tell me to change I'll quit I
Couldn't care less cause it's my
First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of my food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em
First time kickin my shoes off
Lacin, up all of this food wrong
Cookin, up all of my own songs
March to the beat of my own drum
Gather 'round
Note the sound
Play around in my madness
Hate the method
Shoot the message
I'd take the reins if I had 'em