On yo back watching them fly
Soaring far from the reach of your touch
You want it bad but the structures too much
If they wanted you to win
Then they'll finally give in
Or did they just call your bluff
You get to playing on your heart strings
Making mountains out of small things
Now you contemplating get back
Instead of facing thee fact
That it's hard to see your cheese stack
When you chasing these hoodrats
Trynna get through this day
While running on fumes no pay
Because you running from the mirror
It takes a stack to open them thighs
Many men have lost they lives
Trying to be that light in your eyes
But it's hard to fit shoes
Of someone who never lose
The ones that you should choose
You look at them as fools
Because they follow rules
They alarms are met with snooze
Until you drug through the mud
But will the bat fill the glove
Trynna get through this day
By gunning for dudes with pay
Because you running from the mirror