Matt Maeson - Tread on Me

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 am
Lotta miles, lotta folds, I'm still findin' out who 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 can hardly speak
So I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't

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

Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can hardly speak
So I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep
So I don't
And I can 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'm gotta live in the moment like you told me
I'm gotta to 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 can 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 can hardly speak
So I won't (so I won't)

Written by:
Benjamin Harris Berger, Matthew Maeson, Ryan McMahon, Ryan Rabin

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