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Burnt Butter

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It′s really all on me

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

You know that I'm

Filled with pride

It′s really all on me

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

You know that I'm

Filled with pride

There′s no answer to this sh*t

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

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 f*cking guarantee

Look, I paid my dues and fees

Never felt more ready

F*ck 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

Yeah, oh man

Ay, this has to be the one right?

Come on, yeah

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