"FEMA" lyrics
(feat. Leroy Thompson)
If you ain't living on the edge
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
Climb back on that saddle
Try not to fall
Yeah
I got a past
With a rocky path
But rock-climbing is my hobby
Empty glass
On my Chevy dash
On the gas like I'm Ricky Bobby
Future calling
She got a ring
But I ain't tryna marry her or date her
If I'm honest, I just want the fling
But I'm 'a tell her what it takes to take her to the house
Lights out
Blouse down
In the bedroom
No doubt
I've been in a drought
But I'm 'a get to spread them legs soon
When I do monsoon
Turn them floaties into pontoons
Morph in to a new dude
Like a werewolf on a full moon
Ain't a lock box or a safe
I can be kept in
Talkers talk
Walkers walk
And I'm always stepping
Yeah
I may look lost
But I don't need directions
To hell with their perceptions
If you ain't living on the edge
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
I'd throw up my middle finger
Say, "Fuck 'em all"
Yeah
Life's a gamble
But I'm at the table
Going all-in all day
I ain't never been afraid
To smell a loss
'Cause I like now winning takes
If I'm into shoot with that bucking suit
You better make sure your bull's rank
Bitch, I'll parachute without a parachute
Just 'cause they say I can't
I'm on the edge
Slowly looking down at death looking up
We had us a-come-to-Jesus meeting and then I jumped
Free fell for an eternity but landed on the back of an eagle
Now I laugh as I soar past those who laughed at me for leaving them
Sometimes these wings
Well, they still shake a little in the wind
She'll dip down and scared the living shit out of me every now and then
But I'd rather ride my freedom or die trying
Than to have the key to it and be locked in the pen
If you ain't living on the edge
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
I'd throw up my middle finger
Say, "Fuck 'em all"
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
Climb back on that saddle
Try not to fall
Yeah
I got a past
With a rocky path
But rock-climbing is my hobby
Empty glass
On my Chevy dash
On the gas like I'm Ricky Bobby
Future calling
She got a ring
But I ain't tryna marry her or date her
If I'm honest, I just want the fling
But I'm 'a tell her what it takes to take her to the house
Lights out
Blouse down
In the bedroom
No doubt
I've been in a drought
But I'm 'a get to spread them legs soon
When I do monsoon
Turn them floaties into pontoons
Morph in to a new dude
Like a werewolf on a full moon
Ain't a lock box or a safe
I can be kept in
Talkers talk
Walkers walk
And I'm always stepping
Yeah
I may look lost
But I don't need directions
To hell with their perceptions
If you ain't living on the edge
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
I'd throw up my middle finger
Say, "Fuck 'em all"
Yeah
Life's a gamble
But I'm at the table
Going all-in all day
I ain't never been afraid
To smell a loss
'Cause I like now winning takes
If I'm into shoot with that bucking suit
You better make sure your bull's rank
Bitch, I'll parachute without a parachute
Just 'cause they say I can't
I'm on the edge
Slowly looking down at death looking up
We had us a-come-to-Jesus meeting and then I jumped
Free fell for an eternity but landed on the back of an eagle
Now I laugh as I soar past those who laughed at me for leaving them
Sometimes these wings
Well, they still shake a little in the wind
She'll dip down and scared the living shit out of me every now and then
But I'd rather ride my freedom or die trying
Than to have the key to it and be locked in the pen
If you ain't living on the edge
You're taking up too much space
Sunlight greeted nights
I still can't feel my face
So many heartbroken women left drifting in my wake
If I could, I wouldn't change at all
I'd throw up my middle finger
Say, "Fuck 'em all"
