Roll with a punch, you'll end up bruised
My knees are covered in ash, my legs don't work as well as they used to
Sporadically, pencil is dull, the light gets dimmer, I can't taste food
Complacent with what I've become, I never dreamt to be stuck within these shoes
I gave up on you, now I'm alone 2 stepping to key of the groove
I'm growing the hooves, stubble is staying, time lapses, and yellow the tooth
I'm falling short of the man, I'm falling-
I'm falling short of the man, I'm falling-
My parents more feeble by day, nothing is feasible
And nothing is easy, yet unhappy gold is inside of the crucible, I notice scuffs on the Yeezys
I cannot choose how this rock erodes, until then I'll keep traveling eastward
Coerced by the prospect of gold, you know me so well, what I seek
I gave up on you, now I'm alone 2 stepping to key of the groove
I'm growing the hooves, stubble is staying, time lapses, and yellow the tooth
I'm falling short of the man, I'm falling-
I'm falling short of the man, I'm falling-