Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Tightrope
CARRTOONS
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Yeah, uh
I know I gotta feel discomfort to grow
But it's like I got a pebble stuck up under my soul
And every step is adding pressure, have me up on my toes
I hold my breath like it's something I stole (Whoa)
My muscle memory, my skull lookin' swole
Unpackin' my frontal lobe as I'm pluckin' my 'fro
Some stories just wasn't told, I was touchin' the stove, ah
Handful of thorns, that's what come with a rose, ah
Back when we were kids, didn't know 'bout roadblocks
The Cracker Jack prize after eatin' the whole box
That could be enough to make a free man grow locks
Bangin' on the set like, "Why did the show stop?"
The hard life don't knock, it does ring a bell, though
Niggas cut ties from the streets, but it's velcro
Swimmin' where the great whites bite, killer whales blow
Bigger fish fry with the grease from my elbow, whoa
This joint stronger than a ligament
The will to live longer when I feel my trigger finger itch
Voice turned hoarse, I been tortured by my instrument
A violinist providin' the score for a sinkin' ship
I only ever get a tip of the iceberg
Who I'm foolin'? Like the grill on a Chrysler
Hell yeah, alright, sure
Walking a tightrope
Eyes on the skyline
Don't know how I'll make it
But I wonder if I might
Might fall, might fall
Might fall, might fall
Yo, livin' through the fall of empires
As a CoFlow fan with a Mr. Len bias
The pimps make all kinds of attempts, they been liars
I'm the truth certified, it's no need to inquire
Real as Phyllis Hyman
Thinkin' on my youth when I was wildin'
So glad to be alive and the fact that
I survived is surrealist psilocybin
Lookin' at my crystal ball
I'm seein' gunshots hit the floor
Big boy on the Staten Island with the Lipitor
Old school, new school, Slytherin or Gryffindor
Southern man, where them bodies swing from the sycamores
But if you know the deal, we can play some pic
Ayo, this is not a eulogy
Skip the hobnobbery and all the tomfoolery
'Cause y'all go ham, I go for a charcuterie board
With grapes, crackers, and the Gouda cheese
Tigallo
Walking a tightrope
Eyes on the skyline
Don't know how I'll make it
But I wonder if I might
Might fall, might fall
Might fall, might fall
ย