Puddles

If I ain’t there for my people, then what the f*ck am I worth? Sometimes I feel like my friendship is just a part of your curse Sometimes I feel like my struggle is more your burden than mine And while it might’ve been subtle, it’s with us all of the time If I should feel it in my legs, how can I walk to your side? If I should feel it as a weight, then how can I raise you up? If I should feel it in my temple, where’s the faith in my mind? And if I’m not supposed to settle, where the f*ck is my luck? It might feel like you wanna say bye It might feel like you wanna go home It might feel like it isn’t worth time It might feel like it’s all a big joke It might feel like you wanna say bye It might feel like you wanna go home It might feel like it isn’t worth time But I’ve seen you with meaning, I know If I ain’t there for my people, then what the f*ck am i worth? It’s ironic how I write lyrics then struggle with words My explanation lasts an hour just so I can be sure I’m terrified I’ll be devoured if I’m misunderstood I would call myself a coward but the issue is I’m sour milk I was a wuss and then a sour puss and then was standing still Watch a talent turn to shameAnd then to pain and then to guilt And then it’s fame to measure weightWithout the weight without the will F*ck what I was thinking, of course I won’t be the best I was focusing on breathing, I would settle for less I’ve got a pen to keep me chilling until I get to the end I would wave or give a call, but I was up in my bed It might feel like you wanna say bye It might feel like you wanna go home It might feel like it isn’t worth time It might feel like it’s all a big joke It might feel like you wanna say bye It might feel like you wanna go home It might feel like it isn’t worth time But I’ve seen you with meaning, I know