King Lyrics

Yeah, it’s uh, it’s Chandler

Imma open up this time

Just this time though, maybe

Yeah

Saying fuck the law I'd rather live lawless

But that's the life of an artist

Trying to act like the hardest

Honestly it's lucrative to break away from your bondage

You gotta harness your energy and not break down over being flawless

If I'm still being honest I really struggle with it at times

Gotta double check and overthink when writing these lines

Like Mike in his prime, I'm liking the signs that God's showing me

I ain't ever worry 'cause I know what I'm supposed to be

King, king of the jungle, king of my city, king of myself

King of the family, king of my wit and king of my wealth

To gain it and to lose it is a fallacy

I only take what's mine and break the line with those doubted me

What I see is crowds of leeches, for when I'm finally out the bleachers

Even shrouds of creatures, quietly dragging me to Hell

Each of us has gotta have a story to tell

I hope that mine is worth the tale so I'm selling it well

Or least I hope so

‘Cause if not I’ll just be another broke joke

And so low is just a place I’ll visit before

My spirit breaks and I can’t bring myself to kick in the door

Maybe now I find myself to think about it too much

But can you blame me when they doubt me running routes in the clutch

Being a colored kid in the South is really my crutch

‘Cause we all wanna be oppressed right

Remind me of my flaws, break me down, on my best nights

Got a hundred fucking problems

My dog’s dying on me, guess God’s finally called him

I guess my job is alright, but it don’t stop me breaking down in the middle of the night

But what could stop me when I’m focused on the fruits of my life

If we really throwing fists are you choosing a knife

What kind of man of are you

What are you yet to be

I gotta get a grip and not let my anger get out the best of me

Can’t let it slip and say some things I’ll regret

And let it rip and break a heart to where my soul is in debt

I guess control has never been the strongest suit of mine

I realize the purpose in my life is something new to find

You remind me of the type of person who would scrutinize

The damaged and the lost in a sort of coupe de tat fashion

Cut ‘em off and let their livelihood be what they can ration

But we ain’t got enough to live with

Artists pushing product like a mission