Some days you’re just feelin’ it
makin’ moves swearin’ to god you’re just killin’ it
and you crash and you’re just swearin’ to god.
He’ll give it and take it away
candy from a baby learning how to walk
I’m tellin’ you this not to downplay
that nothing is a lock
matter of a fact it’s a fact that will all be attacked
sacked in the endzone and it’ll slow down.
Waiting in a quiet room
lady down the hall with a broom
I’ll just see me in the reflection
sweepin’ it all under the rug
and I’ll remember-
when I learned how to walk
a god among men with roses at my toes
a standing O and they’re all waiting for an encore
but they’ll have to wait-
time isn’t right until the night and the fight fall my way
and it’ll be a fine day just me and my girl some might say
I’ve never seen that look before calling it the sweep you off your feet feeling
and dealing nothin’ but twenty ones but all I need is this ten
the eleven was finding my feet.
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