Hook:
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out

Verse 1:
I’m starting to feel like I don’t like hope
Hope can get you killed, and Morgan had it right yo
I been losing my balance on this tight rope
Hoping if I fall that I can hit the right note - right note
So many challenges I face, all this pressure I create
You better write a couple songs, you better make it by this date
You better try hard at your job, you better test and make that rank
You better balance life and rap, and you better not be late
You better be a decent father, don’t forget about your wife
You better call your family more, better balance out your life
Better go to bed it’s late, and I know you wanna write
That’s the choice you gotta make, go to bed or sacrifice
Understand you gonna fail, don’t be scared to let it happen
Gotta let one plan derail, military or this rapping
Better give that plan your all, can’t see yourself if you half-ass it
Gotta lay off that depression, that takes away from taking action
Gotta learn from all your lessons, gotta go and put in work
You gotta earn the right for blessings, sometimes you gone get hurt
Find a quiet spot to breathe, calm your mind the rest’ll come
I know this shit, it’s better said than done….though

Hook:
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out

Verse 2:
I feel like finding a balance made me settle
No more dreams of being special
I was top 20 yesterday today I’m bending metal
Question marks all on the schedule
Making times becoming stressful
Said I’d do it right id never sell my soul to the devil
I take it back now, I’m in dire need
Cause i been walking round this factory fucking begging them to fire me
I haven’t slept in days, work a 12 and hit the lab
Cursed with perfect verses why’s it called the gift of gab
Cause all it does is haunt me, got some little ones that depend on me
So I’m trying to balance out being a young thug or a rich homie
But the shits lonely in my mind, wish i could get time to stop
If you knew the shit that’s in my mind, you would know why i never get Writer’s block
I don’t wanna hit the clock, it’s such a fucking waste
But all of these bills they keep piling up
And this music money it kinda sucks
I might be hitting this liquor too much and I’m down in my feelings the way that I’m living I’m livid it’s just ain’t what i had in my mind for us
I been fighting demons, they been pressing me
Watching granddad fade away, it took what’s left of me
Don’t want the fame, don’t need the wealth, but i could use the freedom
Tryna find the perfect balance made me fail to reach it

Hook:
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out
I been losing my balance for a while now
Tryna find a spot for me to quiet down
I was hiding it hoping no one finds out
Finds out, finds out