I'm worried I aint got the nerve to play
I'm told my problem is I act to late
that even though I know what I say
it may not translate
I only ever try to avoid these games
Lose like any gambler would
who never could wait
I aint competing just to hold you back
I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks
I have the kind of thoughts you gotta distract
I wouldn't lean on that
I get no feeling the ordinary way
you see that habit still remains
of hiding from change
the only voice that answers me
who learnt you never get no place
with the weakest handshake
I lie under and hide at the worst
I prepare for the end at the first
I have the kind of thought that sleeps like a curse
and it leans on her
I aint competing just to hold you back
I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks
I have the kind of thoughts you got to distract
I wouldn't lean on that