EOTD by No Legs Lyrics
Never cared for a trophy or a plaque
Fuck a first round pick
And lottery draft
Honesty on a track
Is where I chose to be adamant
Took that pedestal down
And tore it in half
I have gravitated towards
A grounded reality since
Never claimed to be the flyest
Shit, there's flies in my cabinet
Carcinogens all over my ceiling
It's like you're here with me
When pursuing my passion feel more like tyranny rule
Plenty of ego I hide
Aside of these rap songs
And inside every room
In which I enter
When it’s not my own
I have recognized this
Yet I still go home early
It’s birds chirping by the time I arrive
Bags under my eyes
Not stored with any sign of life
In that 6 figure city
Look like Gotham gentrified
Plenty villains
Only thing that’s missing
Is a happy ending
In that the cost of living
Got me laughing
Like the Nicholson joker
I put my chips on the table
She saw right through my poker face
Call my bluff
Only time i respond these days
Like a bleach stain
How I stuck to it
What the fuck are you doing
What the fuck are you doing
Took my boy asking me
What the fuck I was doing
For me to ask myself that
Rhetorical or I can’t face the facts
Mortar stains on more and more of my clothing
Cash flow has coincided with self loathing of late
Come in in abundance
But at what cost
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Should be asleep
When I am wide awake
Wide eyed while I watched
It all walk away
Taking in only
What I thought should stay
Selfishly I made a grave
For the shit that you fell for
Pretending our ending
Would not be the same
Flexed until everything broke
Should’ve pumped the brakes
It went up in smoke
I got used to the flame
At the end of the day
That only lit up the way out
We were both going through hard shit
Had that guard up like a safehouse
I’m talking vacant
In the empty its spacious
I stretched a routine across habits and danger
Made self hate take shape
Look like daily formation
Plus the shit that I’m facing
My Altima look like a spaceship
60 miles out from my hometown
The bottom is calling my name now
I’ve carved my name on the way down
In the past
I am not having it
This cannot happen again
Can’t convince myself
I don’t care
If we don’t we win
To be honest
Fuck a first round pick
And lottery draft
Honesty on a track
Is where I chose to be adamant
Took that pedestal down
And tore it in half
I have gravitated towards
A grounded reality since
Never claimed to be the flyest
Shit, there's flies in my cabinet
Carcinogens all over my ceiling
It's like you're here with me
When pursuing my passion feel more like tyranny rule
Plenty of ego I hide
Aside of these rap songs
And inside every room
In which I enter
When it’s not my own
I have recognized this
Yet I still go home early
It’s birds chirping by the time I arrive
Bags under my eyes
Not stored with any sign of life
In that 6 figure city
Look like Gotham gentrified
Plenty villains
Only thing that’s missing
Is a happy ending
In that the cost of living
Got me laughing
Like the Nicholson joker
I put my chips on the table
She saw right through my poker face
Call my bluff
Only time i respond these days
Like a bleach stain
How I stuck to it
What the fuck are you doing
What the fuck are you doing
Took my boy asking me
What the fuck I was doing
For me to ask myself that
Rhetorical or I can’t face the facts
Mortar stains on more and more of my clothing
Cash flow has coincided with self loathing of late
Come in in abundance
But at what cost
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
Should be asleep
When I am wide awake
Wide eyed while I watched
It all walk away
Taking in only
What I thought should stay
Selfishly I made a grave
For the shit that you fell for
Pretending our ending
Would not be the same
Flexed until everything broke
Should’ve pumped the brakes
It went up in smoke
I got used to the flame
At the end of the day
That only lit up the way out
We were both going through hard shit
Had that guard up like a safehouse
I’m talking vacant
In the empty its spacious
I stretched a routine across habits and danger
Made self hate take shape
Look like daily formation
Plus the shit that I’m facing
My Altima look like a spaceship
60 miles out from my hometown
The bottom is calling my name now
I’ve carved my name on the way down
In the past
I am not having it
This cannot happen again
Can’t convince myself
I don’t care
If we don’t we win
To be honest