Failure’s My Fuel (9 of Clubs)

Lyrics

Now that you've settled for everything you never wanted You stay indoors all year in a prison you concocted I'm on the pavement getting my clock cleaned every single night 'Cuz time is tight I'm coming over To meet my maker He's actually a nice guy Once you let him relax You'll receive no notice That I'm coming up roses It's actually best if you assume That I'm the fool Cuz Failure's my fuel You get in your own way like a shadow boxing champion You stay in touch with some but you have no idea what's happening If you never risk the fall, you'll never take the leap And though that's cliché, I say it anyway So let's go get humbled Where the dangers are doubled These rewards barely Matching one tenth of what we had to put in Can't rest on my laurels Ain't nobody immortal And you know I'm not motivated by fame, fortune, power, or jewels No, failure's my fuel