Strange, living with a name
They get the best of me
But I will walk away
I don't complain
Not that much to change
But they keep testing me
And I get beat in the face
But there they go
I'mma hit the road
And what would I care
Hell I ain't goin nowhere
I got the rain
The curse always made up
And make a play up
So I know I'mma show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul
And every single girl
Sitting on a pretty thing
I ain't seekin to have
It's safe to say
If I don't get this out of me
I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad
Cross my ?T?'s
Try to dot my ?I?'s
But that's just blind of me
I ain't livin that way
I roll my sleeves
And make a better man of me
I might easily just give up on the show
It's my show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show
I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show
It's my show
It's my show
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill
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