You know, life is funny sometimes. You got your good times and your bad, but, regardless, no matter what happens, you gotta fight through that shit. Word up

[Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Cesar Comanche] (x15)

Keep going, man (So no matter what)

You know life is nonstop, building a strong case

You were moving up, now you getting the long face

Soon as you get up, be in search of your own space

It was feeling right, now you stuck in the wrong place

No free cheese in this rat race

Ain't no bends as Stuart Littles are swimming laps in puddles

Of innocent rebuttals ‘cause you know life ain't circling in huddles

It's real, it's never subtle

So find your mom and cuddle, bruh

Highs and lows too much for ya

Slow down, stick with the kiddie rides

Some dreams live. Some dreams, they really died

So dig in and get teary-eyed if you want it

Some defeat their pride and some need to flaunt it

If you’re hot, well, I'm southern-fried, lacking

Herbs or mad spices. The best at presenting

Me. Reach goals ‘cause I really try

It goes up with the flame and soars

It comes down, when it rain, it pours

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches

Those times when you win are sweet

It's bad when you taste defeat

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches

You know time works in cycles, baby

You jump the gun if you’re quick to say, “We

Can't get a break” or “You can't delay we”

There's a left turn you can't see coming up

Don't waste your days of life running up

With your palms up to the sky, asking, "Why?"

Just keep in my shower today, destined to dry off

Keep on running at night, kite will fly up

To the top of the trees

Trip, fall, put knock in your knees

Brush off, react to the breeze

Sit, wait, tell water to freeze

And you see it's way too late—hands are tied up

Even then, you’ve got to wiggle and fight

‘Til you're sliding your wrist just a little

Only natural now, then you're gonna be

Pissed. Stay shaking your fist—it's a riddle

It goes up with the flame and soars

It comes down—when it rain, it pours

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches

Those times when you win are sweet

It's bad when you taste defeat

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches

Yo, fifteen, out on your own without a home to

Lay your head, no bed, clothes, or phone too

Without a Plan B, now you’re exposed to the elements

It's frightening, it's Canada and cold too

No one you're close to, so use your intelligence

Irrelevant, a situation is what you make of it

Now that you’ve got that freedom, it's time to live a bit

Love what you do and you must ‘cause you living it

Ill, right? You’re breaking down stereotypes

The high school dropout that excelled on the mic

Excelled in the classes, excelled in the life

You can tell that I'm talking ‘bout myself when I write

But you’re hitting the ceiling—you gonna fall down

What goes up... yo, you know how the saying sounds

Ain't no way around it, life is just a downpour

Be sure to maintain, remain and endure

It goes up with the flame and soars

It comes down—when it rain, it pours

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches

Those times when you win are sweet

It's bad when you taste defeat

Good to know it and you can't control it

So roll with punches. Just roll with the punches