Unsolid ground

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🔥 SOLID GROUND (Fully Polished / Record-Ready)

Verse 1

A story of a man I used to know,

tired of a life he never let show.

Like a flowerbed drowned out by weeds,

chokin’ on every fault he refuses to see.

Cursing every bit of luck that came through,

blaming the world for the damage he do.

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Verse 1 continued

Always trippin’ on his untied shoes,

never reading himself in the clues.

Every fall had somebody else to blame,

never once owned up to his own damn shame.

And failure became a familiar game.

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Pre-Chorus

Ever wonder if he was cursed from the start,

or just a man who tore himself apart?

Ever feel like you were born to lose,

like every road just bends the rules?

Head lost in wonder, heart made of weight,

drowning under the pressure of fate.

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Chorus

Funny how a man knows what’ll do him in,

still does that same damn thing again and again.

Stackin’ up the reasons he can never win,

makin’ damn sure success don’t reach the end.

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Verse 2

I keep runnin’ from the life I made,

but I’m the one who pays what I laid.

Can’t blame the road, can’t blame the town,

when I’m the one who keeps draggin’ me down.

Funny how a man keeps payin’ the cost,

for every good thing he’s already lost.

Diggin’ holes just to climb back in,

call it struggle, call it sin.

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Chorus

Funny how a man knows what’ll do him in,

still does that same damn thing again and again.

Stackin’ up the reasons he can never win,

makin’ damn sure success don’t reach the end.

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Bridge / Breakdown

Where’s solid ground when I can’t stand still?

when every good thing bends to my will—

or breaks in my hands before it can grow,

tell me somethin’ I don’t already know.

I’ve been the storm, I’ve been the flame,

I’ve been the reason nothing stays the same.

If there’s solid ground, I burned it down—

now I’m still searchin’ for it now.

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Final Chorus (bigger / emotional lift)

Funny how a man knows what’ll do him in,

still does that same damn thing again and again.

Stackin’ up the reasons he can never win,

makin’ damn sure success don’t reach the end.

Where’s solid ground when I can’t stand still?

when every good thing bends to my will…

If there’s solid ground, I lost it somewhere—

and I’m still searchin’ for it there.

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Outro

Funny how a man knows what’ll do him in…

still goes back again and again.