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jack fvoe - mockingbird lyrics

[hook #1: jack fvoe]
feel like i don’t got time to decide
there’s no one left to confide
guess i gotta look inside my, inside my mind
where is the lie hidden
who’ll take my side
in the dark
when the sky turns to night
[verse #1: jack fvoe]
if it don’t speak to me, what’s the point
if it doesn’t bleed, if i can’t see that passion when i speak
then i just breath in, eyes so deceiving
i convinced myself to not leave it cause
i cannot walk away, not this time
i’m tired of fatigue blaming others for sh+t ties
cause truthfully it usually go both ways, hearts telling me to stay
heads saying no way
so i’m riding with the top down, riding with the top down
riding with the top down, ain’t no way to stop now
gotta commit and just lock down cause
i’m tired of running
i’m just tired of denying the fact that it could be my fault
could it be my fault
could it be my fault
holding onto memories is not good for me
but it taught me how to separate the real from the phony
hooligans from the homies
how to sniff out baloney
just to keep an eye out while i’m keeping it lowkey, and
i don’t wanna be paranoid but
i gotta blame something on the void, cause i wanna believe i am strong, just like i’m roided up, but something keeps pulling me back, i can’t avoid the clutch
[hook #2: jack fvoe]
feel like i don’t got time to decide
there’s no one left to confide
guess i gotta look inside my, inside my mind
where is the lie hidden
who’ll take my side
in the dark
when the sky turns to night
[verse #2: jack fvoe]
i can f+cking feel it crumbling before my eyes
my empires gotta prosper before i die
gotta gas up the mustang before i drive
to the pyramids and get it back cause for some time
i been needing a smile, feel like loading up the gustav greedy for piles of money, but
what i really want more is a connection that is free of resentment, but nothing free i gotta spend this
time, money, paper blue, no amount of money could ever pay for you
that’s that time, money, paper l, blue, no amount of money could ever pay for you
man i’m, tired of running, i’m just tired of denying the fact that it could be my fault, could it be my fault, could it be my fault
times running out, like a running back
gotta make plays like the x and os
yea i’m cutting slack
fp run it back
we don’t fumble bags always humble jack
i remind myself a kingdom can crumble to ash
in the blink of an eye it can get took away, coming for the kings spot, i’m a rook today
people fake as sh+t i read em like a book today
in a few years they’ll ask what it took to play
yeah

- jack fvoe lyrics

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