Here you go again
Still out, still right, still not listening
How it's always been
Doesn't make it make any sense

You were born on the high road
But somehow I always go higher
Oh, I hit all the high notes
But still don't got a seat in the choir

I've paddled upstream where the river ran
I've turned sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man

Turn the other cheek
At some point you wonder, how nice can you be?
Was it up to me?
Maybe it's your turn to think before you speak

Your streets are golden
Mine are paved with your leftovers
The world's spinning backwards
Same things happen over and over
And over

I've paddled upstream where the river ran
I've turned sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

It's not your problem
You think it's none of your business
Oh, you think you're tired
Try it longer than three minutes

I've paddled upstream where the river ran
I've turned sticks and stones to an olive branch
I've made a full house from a shitty hand
Yet, here I am, still gotta be bigger than the bigger man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jimmy Robbins, Joy Oladokun, Laura Jeanne Veltz, Maren Larae Morris