One, two, three, four

I wake up every day, I make my coffee the same way

I'm a slave to the routine

'Cause I thought of losing grip makes me think I'll lose my shit

'Cause that's the way that God made me

I'm a short fuse, I'm a live wire

I don't want to, but I catch fire

If I lose control, tell me, who the hell is

Gonna do it all if I don't?

I can try to beat the system, but the world will never listen

And the more that I resist, the more I know

I gotta let it go

Ooh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

Maybe it's a disease, anticipation's killing me

And it keeps me up at night

I'm afraid of what I don't know, so I'm out, bitter cycle

I'm just tryna to get it right the first time

If I lose control, tell me, who the hell is

Gonna do it all if I don't?

I can try to beat the system, but the world will never listen

And the more that I resist, the more I know

I gotta let it go

Ooh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

I'm a short fuse, I'm a live wire

I don't want to, but I catch fire

Need a band-aid for this wild mind

So one more drink will be just fine

If I lose control, tell me, who the hell is

Gonna do it all if I don't?

I can try to beat the system, but the world will never listen

And the more that I resist, the more I know

I gotta let it go

Ooh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh

Ooh, oh

Ooh, oh, oh, oh