spinning wheels.

Yeah... uh, fuck it

Same old loop, same old smoke in my lungs, y'know?

Try to move, shit yanks me back hard

Spinning wheels, burning rubber, not a damn inch gained,

Every time I make a change, something drags the chain

Pull me back to the habits where I numb my pain.

Spinning wheels, circle life, I keep seeing the proof,

Try to swerve off-route, get snapped to the same move,

Got a ghost in the gears saying "stay in your lane,"

So I slip to what's safe 'but I'm tired of the lame.

I said I'm done with the late-night texts,

Done with the backslide sex,

Done with the shots to the neck,

But the devil in the feedback says "relax."

I line up goals like bottles on a fence, take aim, miss twice, there goes my sense,

Whole squad cheering when I say I'll quit,

But I hate that cliff so I never jump in.

New phone, new gym, new plan, cool

By week two, I'm back with the old crew,

Old rules, old fuel, old me on cue,

Talk big change but I don't follow through.

Feels like gravity got a grudge with my name,

Like a hand on my scalp pushing down in the rain,

I can dream all I want but the weight's all the same,

So I curl up in the corner and I freeze the flame.

I keep telling myself, "next time, I'll kill it,"

But the floor keeps tilting and the room keeps spinning,

Every new start feels rigged before the first inning,

So I call up comfort 'cause comfort feels like winning.

Spinning wheels, burning rubber, not a damn inch gained,

Every time I make a change, something drags the chain

Pull me back to the habits where I numb my pain.

Spinning wheels, circle life, I keep seeing the proof,

Try to swerve off-route, get snapped to the same move,

Got a ghost in the gears saying "stay in your lane,"

So I slip to what's safe 'but I'm tired of the lame.

Look

I been swearing I'ma cut that vice,

But I love that vice 'cause it hugs me nice,

And the unknown tax? That price too high,