@migu music@

I'm worried I aint got the nerve to play

I'm told my problem's I act to late

That even though I know what I say

It may not translate

I only ever try to avoid these games

If I lose my baby then I lose my way

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

I'm only guessing, guess I like it that way

You see that habit still remains

Of hiding from change

The only voice that answers me

Is the voice of mine at age thirteen?

Who learnt you never get no place

With the weakest handshake

I lie under and hide the worst

I prepare for the end of the first

I have the kind of thoughts

That sleeps like a curse

And it leans on her

I aint competing just to to hold you back

I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks

I have the kind of thoughts you just gotta distract

I wouldn't lean on that