Tread On Me

(álbum: Bank On The Funeral - 2019)

Well, I come a long way from the trips and the shaky hands
If you're looking down on me, I could really give a good goddamn
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still finding out who am
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still finding out who am

And every time, it's my fault somehow
Now I know why you don't trust me now
Every time, it's my fault somehow

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

Well, I come a long way from the tricks and the easy road
I been stitching up my mind
I been trying not to hold that grudge
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still trying to just get back up
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still trying to just get back up

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

I'm trying to live in the moment
Like you told me
I'm trying to control it
Without giving it up
I'm a soldier
And I'm on my feet for now
I'm gotta to live in the moment
Like you told me
I'm gotta to control it
Without giving it up
I'm a soldier
And I'm on my feet for now

If you're looking down on me, I could really give a good goddamn

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't (so I won't)