Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Humble , by - Ren. Release date: 27.02.2019
Song language: English
Humble |
| As I walk through this life |
| I might fall, I might stumble |
| Whoa-oy |
| Try to make friends with my pain |
| 'Cause my pain keeps me humble |
| Whoa-oy |
| Breathe, slow and release, let the air expand your lungs |
| Let your body bring you peace to the sea, to the sea I will speak |
| Tell my troubles to the waves as they wash my soul clean |
| Won’t you purge me, purge me, here as I stand? |
| Down in the gallows my darkness will hang |
| Hurt me, hurt me and I will not flinch |
| Firm in my ground, I will not move an inch |
| As I walk through this life |
| I might fall, I might stumble |
| Whoa-oy |
| I try to make friends with my pain |
| 'Cause my pain, it keeps me humble |
| Whoa-oy |
| When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I feel so blue |
| Like a guitar with a broken string that can’t hold a tune |
| 'Cause there are some real pricks around |
| They’re bursting my balloon |
| And I really need some healing |
| 'Cause I find it hard to breathe-in |
| And I’m bleeding all my feelings to you |
| Because I’m so, ah, down |
| But like a roundabout I’m bound to turn it back around |
| Flip it like a kick flip, flick a switch I’ll flip my mood |
| Coming with the style, that’s rude |
| As I walk through this life |
| I might fall, I might stumble |
| Whoa-oy |
| I try to make friends with my pain |
| 'Cause my pain it keeps me humble |
| Whoa-oy |
| Humble |
| Try not to outgrow these boots |
| Some times I stumble |
| Try to stay firm in my roots |
| This world’s a jungle |
| But these trees hold the sweetest fruit |
| A lesson to be learned, yeah, every time I bruise |
| B-B-B-Bruise, not a fool but I will make mistakes |
| T-T-T-Take and I learn every mistake I make |
| W-W-W-Wait for the wisdom that this fool will create |
| No one in this world but me decides my fate |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| F-F-F-Fate, taking control of the reigns |
| And being the lord in the land of my brain |
| And I loosen the chains that are causing the pain |
| Put a stain on my name with the flames like methane |
| Make it rain down the, rain down the, rain down the change |
| Then I rise to the top like a bubble champagne |
| It’s so hard to explain, need to use my left brain |
| I am switching the lanes gonna change (Woo) |
| Closure on this roller coaster (Ooh-ah-ooh) |
| I’m a poster child bipolar |
| Loner with a smoking motor (Ooh-ah-ooh) |
| Soldier with a broken holster |
| Focus, don’t go down in smoke (Ooh-ah-ooh) |
| And choke on coke and overdose |
| Just stand your ground |
| Stay humble, proud |
| And lucky like a four leaf clover |
| As I walk, I might fall, I might fall |
| I might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall |
| Try to make friends with my pain, with my pain |
| With my pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pain, pain |
| As I walk through this life |
| I might fall, I might stumble |
| Whoa-oy |
| I try to make friends with my pain |
| 'Cause my pain keeps me humble |
| Whoa-oy |