Rocking Chair Theory Intro ft. Stress The White Boy Lyrics

Close your eyes dig deep into your mind

Imagine you's an old man at age 79

Sitting in a rocking chair, dog by your feet

Gray hair, poor hearing, blurry vision, bones getting weak

Your dear wife passed away, kids are grown on their own

They rarely phone home you sitting there miserable and all alone

Thinking bout your life and things you wanted to do

Afraid to fail made sure them dreams never came true

Surrounded by negative people

Saying nah, you'll never make it doing that

Don't try that, that's not gonna work

You start believing the hype

And gave up before you even tried

Like yeah, maybe they right

It's the Rocking Chair Theory all about regrets

It separates the go-getters from the rest

It separates the new jack cats from the vets

It separates the average contenders from the best

It's the Rocking Chair Theory bout pursuing your dreams

Whether it's spiritual wealth or the tangible cream

Go after your goals and maintain your stance

And let nobody tell you that you can't

It's the Rocking Chair Theory y'all