Verse 1

I get close enough to touch it then I throw it all away.

And then it hits me after, but there’s no flag on the play.

Maybe winning makes me nervous, maybe losing feels like home —

Or is it just a habit that I cannot break alone?

Pre-Chorus

I touch what I’ve been chasing just to prove it’s not a dream,

And then I sabotage the ending like it’s never meant to be.

When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think,

If the high’s within my reach, then I’m already on the brink.

Hook

But it’s hard to keep my head on the floor—

When there’s money to the ceiling.

It’s hard to keep my head from checking the score—

With a past that still needs healing.

There’s blue on my green like a Seahawk-

Spend it all today.

The money is like second down from the one— With Marshawn— I think I’m gone—Just throw it away.

Verse 2

I don’t count it when I have it — I just count it when it’s gone.

I’m addicted to the feeling that I’m close, but never won.

When the scoreboard’s in my favor — somehow I still lose the lead,

There’s a thrill in turning certain into something I don’t need.

Pre-Chorus (repeat)

I touch what I’ve been chasing just to prove it’s not a dream,

And then I sabotage the ending like it’s never meant to be.

When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think,

If the high’s within my reach, then I’m already on the brink.

Hook

But it’s hard to keep my head on the floor—

When there’s money to the ceiling.

It’s hard to keep my head from checking the score—

With a past that still needs healing.

There’s blue on my green like a Seahawk-

Spend it all today.

The money is like second down from the one— With Marshawn— I think I’m gone—Just throw it away.

Outro

All this money in my circle- why I gotta finish first? Why must I accept the blessing and then treat it like it’s cursed.

And throw it all away