Tread On Me Songtext

Matt Maeson

von Bank On The Funeral

Tread On Me Songtext
Well, I come a long way from the trips and the shaky hands
If you're lookin' down on me, I could really give a good goddamn
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still findin' out who I am
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still findin' out who I 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 could hardly speak, so I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't

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

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't

I'm tryna live in the moment like you told me
I'm tryna control it without givin' it up
I'm a soldier and I'm on my feet for now
I gotta live in the moment like you told me
I gotta control it without givin' it up
I'm a soldier and I'm on my feet for now

If you're lookin' 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 could hardly speak, so I won't (Baby, don't tread)
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
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