I feel like I gotta be
Be good at everything
Please envy me
I've got guts now

Eye sores
Strained back
Cheap dares
Contracts
Call your hits now
Bawl and shit now
I don't even like it
Enough to try and fight it

You gotta be killin me
Cause I'll over-eat
And I'll have regrets
But I haven't ate shit yet

Instead
Of awkward landings
I'll grab the railing
If I have to

A dog-eat-dog world, that I made up
I feel like I gotta be
Be good at everything
Fake or mislead
I've got guts now

Why can't I bе
At peace with mediocrity
Stupеfy me
I've got guts now