Burnt Butter [Live]

It’s really all on me

[Verse 1]

All my conversations sound like:
“It’s all very well that you and I know it,
But is it the truth if the world doesn’t own it,
You owe it to the fate that you’re sowing”,
And so I know I’ve

Made a habit of avoiding to deal with the pressure,
Unfortunately it grows more powerful with every second
I live life epicurean just to forget my dreams are still dreams
But empty promises sound too familiar to repeat

Everything I avoid becoming is on full display
At the end of the day when the man in the mirror stares back at my face
“As long as mama’s kitchen smells like burnt butter I’ll be fine”
Yeah right, now that the tables have turned, so must supply

[Hook]

You know that I’m
Filled with pride
It’s really all on me

[Verse 2]

Peel the shell off, and find out why I started
This path, the motive for the journey I embarked on
Got rid of distractions, couldn’t afford to be bothered
Words and actions, I can’t do one without the other
Prayer and work, I never needed another
So, tell me, why do you even bother? (Bother)

Know only I have a backbone
Know only lies, what I was told
I could find my way with my eyes closed
I could walk through fire for a pot of gold

Don’t want to have regrets at the curtain close
I’ll be god damned if I don’t own the show
Know I took my chance so I could blow
Play the hand I’m dealt, whatever cards I hold

I already got too much on my plate
Even if I wanted, couldn’t worry about your take
Everything I dreamed, make it take shape
You have no idea what’s really at stake

[Hook]

You know that I’m
Filled with pride
There’s no answer to this shit so I’ma just write
Wear my heart on my sleeve like a cuff link that shines bright
Yeah, like a cuff link that shines bright, uh

[Verse 3]

Look, I’m far from holy, but I’ll find a way to breathe through it
Too many yes men around me, cut them off like bad fruit,

A couple years of staring at the ceiling, time to break through it
With intentions so clear-cut you run a knife through them
Everything I hope to be is a fucking guarantee
Look, I paid my dues and fees, never felt more ready

Fuck it, I’ll buy my happiness, whatever it may cost
Turn my life into a song, just to get this weight off,
Picture that, really enough to put a smile on my face,
Even in times where I doubt I’ll ever find my place

So bless the ones that pray I fall, they don’t know what they just started
I’ll be home on the charts, the hearts, the fortune, the stardom,
At every place in the world for which I have been longing
See, home is where the heart is, and mine was always vagabonding

[Outro]

Yeah, oh man

Ay, this has to be the one right?

Come on, yeah