Strange, living with a name
They get the best of me
But I will walk away
I don't complain
Not that much to change
But they keep testing me
And I get beat in the face

But there they go
I'mma hit the road
And what would I care
Hell I ain't goin nowhere
I got the rain
The curse always made up
And make a play up

So I know I'mma show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul

And every single girl
Sitting on a pretty thing
I ain't seekin to have
It's safe to say
If I don't get this out of me
I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad

Cross my 'T''s
Try to dot my 'I''s
But that's just blind of me
I ain''t livin that way
I roll my sleeves
And make a better man of me
I might easily just give up on the show

It's my show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show

I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my show

It's my show
It's my show

Writer : CALEB FOLLOWILL, NATHAN FOLLOWILL, JARED FOLLOWILL, MATTHEW FOLLOWILL
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, BUG MUSIC