Why I Fumble the Bag

[Verse]
Got the Midas touch, but my fingers cursed
Turn gold to ash, every blessing reversed
Every love I touch shatters like stained glass
Tryna glue it back, but the cracks hold fast
[Chorus]
Always fumble the bag, it’s my deadly art
Turn a brand-new start to a busted heart
Every win I chase gets butchered in my hands
Built a castle on the beach - swept away the sands
[Verse 2]
Got ambition mapping maps, but my compass spins
Dreams of the top, then I crash with the winds
Double down on dumb plays, I can’t find a fold
Turn opportunity into stories untold
[Bridge]
Mirror’s a villain, and the villain is me
Self-sabotage, the leash, but I wanna be free
Stumbling forward, but it’s one lonely parade
Wrecking my own life like it’s video arcade
[Verse 3]
Crooked path walker and a self-made wreck
Write apologies in ink, but they bounce off the check
I’m the joker in the deck playing solitaire
When luck came to visit, I didn’t even care
[Chorus]
Always fumble the bag, it’s my deadly art
Turn a brand-new start to a busted heart
Every win I chase gets butchered in my hands
Built a castle on the beach - swept away the sands

introspective, male vocals, gritty, rap