Here you go again
Still out, still right, still not listening
How it's always been
Doesn't make it make any sense
You were born on the high road
But somehow I always go higher
(but somehow I always go higher)
Oh, I hit all the high notes
But still don't got a seat in the choir
(don't got a seat in the choir)
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than thе bigger man
Turn the other cheek
At somе point, you wonder, how nice can you be?
Was it up to me?
Maybe it's your turn to think before you speak
Your streets are golden
Mine are paved with your leftovers
(mine are paved with your leftovers)
The world's spinning backwards
Same things happen over and over
(same things happen over and over)
And over
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
It's not your problem
You think it's none of your business
Oh, you think you're tired
Try it longer than three minutes
I've pedaled upstream where the river end
I've touched sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Jimmy Robbins, Laura Jeanne Veltz, Maren Larae Morris, Joy Oladokun
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