Lyrics
It’s starting in the gut, son
You know decisions that you made wrong?
This ain’t that
Because everybody loves a tryer
From the pan to the fire
A man’s decisions
are his own
Don’t need to take nothing
Don’t need to take time
And it don’t matter what they think
Don’t let ‘em in your mind
Because you can’t change nothing
Got your finger on the button
This is do or die
And I can play in it
Tell ‘em ‘bout when I’m weighing it
I can wait for the midnight
I can wait, it won’t sit right
Searing, yeah
I can wait for the searing fear
You got to fake it ’till you make it