"Gut Check" lyrics

"Gut Check"
(feat. Eyes Of Salt)

Go ahead, hero, pull the trigger
You got killer in your eyes, son
I don't see it

Million miles an hour, a thousand degrees
Speed, heat, cash, and a bat to break knees
That's what you get when you step too far to go backwards
Even Mickey Mouse knows there's no happy after for ya

Nothing left to say
No one else to blame
You sat out, still caught a stray
Put to sleep by the ricochet

Too soft, too weak
Not everyone can handle the heat
This is a credible threat
This is a gut check

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait one more minute
Let me catch you quick right before you leave
And when you gonna admit that enough is enough
And that you're killing yourself by staying stuck in a rut?
So you can hide it down deep
Sow what you reap
Don't cry to me 'cause you wanna be cheap
Never built the muscle, couldn't carry the torch
You wanna piss like a puppy? Stay on the porch

Are you in?
Or are you out?
You decide what's said about
You when you're under the ground

Too soft, too weak
Not everyone can handle the heat
This is a credible threat
This is a gut check

Too soft, too weak
Not everyone can handle the heat
If that makes you upset, good!
This is a gut check

I went all-in on the bet
Even with a noose around my neck
If you can't relate
Then we're not the same
Then we're not the same

Let the blood flow through me
The pain leaves my body
Done reaping what I sow
I'm breaking through the seams

No more stepping back
I'm only going forward
I went all-in on the bet
There's your gut check


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