| Yeah, and it goes like this | 
| Love at first sight, brought you on the greenest | 
| You’re music to their ears, symphony completed | 
| You see it, and you believe | 
| From top of your New Era, to the souls on your Adidas | 
| You couldn’t put a foot wrong even if you wanted | 
| There’s magic in your moves, they all tell you that you got it | 
| But that vibe got a shelf life and the clocks ticking | 
| You can tell when it felt right, then it didn’t, and | 
| They say it’s gone to your head | 
| Dammit, it was all love when you wasn’t a threat | 
| And scare yourself to death, expectations ain’t met | 
| Second guess every move | 
| That paranoia don’t mean it ain’t true, it’s on you | 
| No one hear you calling for help | 
| Battle lines in your mind, in a war with yourself | 
| And you drown in the shots, ringing out all around yelling | 
| «Man down, man down, man down» | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose | 
| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes | 
| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce | 
| Yeah, preempting my own fate | 
| Feel me fading away at the going rate | 
| Convinced and inevitable, fall from grace | 
| Fear mixed, we’re hating myself for shit that I can’t change | 
| For my opinion over anyone else | 
| You think there’s anything they’re saying | 
| I ain’t thought of myself? | 
| Fuck it I’m nothing, less that that | 
| A fraud man, better if I wasn’t here | 
| Wrestle those thoughts to the floor | 
| Like a fuck if I defeat myself, before my turn | 
| I prefer to assume the worst, then to get hurt | 
| When success is self worth, lines blur | 
| Perfect storm of outside force, and self-saboteur | 
| 'Cause the world scratch the surface, barely sinks teeth in | 
| But personal demons, could tear me to pieces | 
| I know they say to know, 'you're not alone' | 
| But no one else inside this fucking war zone | 
| Like | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose | 
| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes | 
| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce | 
| Yeah, so this it how it ends | 
| Better getting by with a little help from you’re friends | 
| Going without, accepting what up within | 
| Self-respect and self-forgiveness | 
| That’s a hell of a thing | 
| And if it’s out of my hands and control | 
| Then I don’t really talk about that anymore | 
| Won’t always be the good days, for sure it’ll storm | 
| But you can’t feel the black cloud above 'til it’s gone | 
| Yeah but live and let live, Coup de grâce | 
| I gets heavy but just know, this too shall pass | 
| Man, solace is a promise land | 
| Two hands, either end of an olive branch | 
| And it cannot change without reason | 
| My inner peace, still a long shot, but I’m reaching | 
| I know what, when I say it’s all good and I actually believe it | 
| Believe it, believe it | 
| Yeah | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks | 
| (I know the breaks) | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose (yeah) | 
| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes | 
| (You are not your mistakes) | 
| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks | 
| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose | 
| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes | 
| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce | 
| And sometimes I’m like, «Fuck it, why even try?» | 
| Then a message from a fan, will say I saved their life | 
| So just know, inspiration has a two-way street | 
| I drive myself crazy, then you save me | 
| So let’s see where the new day leads | 
| Let the motor run, I know it can be hard trynna open up | 
| But at the heart of the matter, man it’s only love | 
| And if you don’t know your own story, no one does |