Strain, living with a name
They get the best of me
But I′m no walker away
I don't complain, I got much to gain
So they keep testing me
And I keep feeding their face
But they could go
Off and hit the road
And what would I care
I like going nowhere
I got the reigns
And courage I was made of
And they′ve got fake love
So I know I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It′s my soul
Pearl, necklaces and girls
And all the pretty things
I ain′t seeking to have
It's safe to say if I don′t get this out of me
I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad
Cross my t's
Try to dot my i′s
But that's just blinding me
I ain′t living that way
I roll my sleeves and make a better man of me
Or I might easily
Just give up on this show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It′s my show
I must show
It′s my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It′s my soul
And my show
It's my show
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
