[intro]
Way too much time has passed,
Been stuck inside my head,
like a bad headache, Tylenol can’t even stop
Thoughts spinning like a ceiling fan
that never shuts off instead
[verse 1]
Eyes have seen too much
Need god in touch
thinking I’m the fuck up in the story
’til love comes in and shakes me up.
I thought this shit was past me
Im overthinking how to be happy
Everything’s going so well, nothing I should worry about,
Like I found a 4 leaf clover.
But feels like a night after drinking,
I’m feeling hung over.
show up like an old mistake—
Everything’s lining up perfect now,
yet my heart hits the brakes.
Like traffic in a ten car pile up, I can’t turn around.
Can’t even turn it fucking around
[chorus 1]
It’s not like a 21 in a game of blackjack,
Or a winning scratch off ticket bought with a cigarette pack.
Out on a weekend, baseball game with a home run catch.
Buzzer beater three pointer for win in a pissing match
Not some flash of luck or a break in the track,
like a text from the girl when it pops up on ur phone.
walk on beach, find a lucky stone
not the rain stopping right when I step outside,
Or catching every break like the universe on my side.
Not a wish on a star or a coin that lands right—
This feels bigger than luck, something harder to fight.
I fake it to blend,
Still wonder if this good streak’s bound to end.
Cause I’m feeling like an outcast
I can’t understand,
Why do I have it all in the palm my hand.
[verse]
I know I’m a lucky man, but I don’t know why I am.
Why do I have everything right here in my hands?
I hustle every week with shit that I love,
Got an angel in my bed like she came from above.
Call my mom and she says, “Baby, look what you’ve become”
Why’d god pick me
{whispering, why’d God pick me to be the lucky one?}
[Chorus]
It’s not like a 21 in a game of blackjack,
Or a winning scratch off ticket bought with a cigarette pack.
Out on a weekend, baseball game with a home run catch.
Buzzer beater three pointer for win in a pissing match
Not some flash of luck or a break in the track,
like a text from the girl when it pops up on ur phone.
walk on beach, find a lucky stone
not the rain stopping right when I step outside,
Or catching every break like the universe on my side.
Not a wish on a star or a coin that lands right—
This feels bigger than luck, something harder to fight.
Just a blend
Is this good streak’s bound to end?
Cause I’m feeling like an outcast
Why’d god put it in the palm my hand.
[verse]
I know I’m a lucky man, but I don’t know why I am.
Why do I have everything right here in my hands?
I hustle every week with shit that I love,
Got an angel in my bed like she came from above.
Call my mom and she says, “Baby, look what you’ve become”
Why’d god pick me
{whispering, why’d God pick me to be the lucky one?}
