Gambling Man

I was raised down south by a gambling man
With some old bad habits and some calloused hands
That didn't keep his shit together, that'd cheat, lie, and steal

I'm a drifter, a grifter, I'm a gambling man
Turning everything I hated, turned to my old man
In the silence of the night, I'm praying for a helping hand

I don't think I've ever felt no love at all
So I get fucked up, and I'm a wrecking ball
Had enough of hurting people, learned it's best just not to feel

Ain't not point in acting different when I fill their shoes
I've been walking like a sinner tryna pay his dues
Ain't no grace for men like me, just debts to pay and scars to prove

Mama said, "Boy, come here you better watch and learn
If you turn into your daddy, bound to crash and burn"
With a fist full of dollars and some blood on my clothes
I walk the same road daddy chose

Now I walk the same road daddy chose