Spider-webs on my steering wheel
Sometimes I'm barely alive
What else can you fuck up
What else can I fuck up
I let the eight legged drive
Push too hard and you'll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection
As I push everyone away
What's the word? What's the word?
What's the word? What's the word?
My word is dirt to them
Nothing else I can say
A struggle is what you make it
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think, for a second now
I'll shift my gears then you're dead wrong
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think, for a second now
I'll shift my gears then you're dead wrong
Not that it really matters
What you do anymore
Cause my word is so strong
Until the day goes by
All I could do was, offer on the fly
If you got an issue I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
A struggle, if you wanna call it that
Hate to burst that bubble, but it is that
If you think, for a second now
I'll shift my gears then you're dead wrong
Spider-webs on my steering wheel
Sometimes I'm barely alive
What else can you fuck up
What else can I fuck up
I let the eight legged drive
Push to hard and you'll get pushed back
I still cringe at my reflection
As I push everyone away
What's the word? What's the word?
What's the word? What's the word?
My word is dirt to them
Nothing else I can say
A struggle is what you make it
Not that it really matters
What you do anymore
Cause my word is so strong
Until the day goes by
All I could do was, offer on the fly
If you got an issue I could duke it out
Sometimes I feel like this is done for clout
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