Lyric

I'm carrying what I never chose

Shout this out for you

No place to hide, nowhere to run

This pressure weighs down on me this time

I gotta face it scream in this fucking place

They say, “You got it easy”

“You got nothing to lose”

You see the gold, but not the weight

You call it luck I call it pressure

This is my own rule

I just gotta see it through

No one else can define me

Don't worry, I won't break

I’m fucking tired but I won’t lose fucking tired

This is what I choose Fight for—

Get this pressure off me

Who the fuck are you

To tell me what I should be?

But you don’t see the price

Fuck it all Out in the street

You think I have it all

You think I’m fucking lucky

You see the money

You don’t see what it takes I won’t give up

This is my life

I gotta

Remind myself

Get back to who I am

Don’t fucking forget

There’s a fire inside me

I can do this

I don’t need your fucking answer

I’ll take my time back

GOLD ATTEMPT

I make my way I won’t let the pressure chase me

This song this is my choice

Yeah,I’ll walk my own way

The weight I still carry

No more playing your game

You call it luck I call it pressure

No more dying inside

This is where I decide out in the street