Here you go again

Still loud, still right, still not listening

How it's always been

Doesn't make it make any sense

You were born on the high road

But somehow I always go higher (But somehow I always go higher)

Oh, I hit all the high notes

But still don't got a seat in the choir (Don't got a seat in the choir)

I've paddled upstream where the river ran

I've turned sticks and stones into an olive branch

I made a full house from a shitty hand

Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man

Turn the other cheek

At some point you wonder, how nice can you be?

Was it up to me?

Maybe it's your turn to think before you speak

Your streets are golden

Mine are paved with your leftovers (Mine are paved with your leftovers)

The world's spinning backwards

Same things happen over and over (Same things happen over and over)

And over

I've paddled upstream where the river ran

I've turned sticks and stones into an olive branch

I made a full house from a shitty hand

Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man

It's not your problem

You think it's none of your business

Oh, you think you're tired

Try it longer than three minutes

I've paddled upstream where the river ran

I've turned sticks and stones into an olive branch

I made a full house from a shitty hand

Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man