Leanin’ but I Ain’t Fallin

[Verse 1] Fridge died early on a Monday mornin’, Groceries sweatin’ like the money I’m pourin’. Bent down once — back popped, gave out, Now I move slow, full of grunts and doubt. Phone keeps buzzin’ with the usual signs, Bills stackin’ up like they’re standin’ in line. Life keeps takin’ more than it gives, But I’m still pushin’, still tryin’ to live. [Pre‑Chorus ] Some days it feels like I’m knee‑deep in it, But I breathe real slow — hold on one more minute… [Chorus] ’Cause there’s more goin’ out than comin’ in, Feels like I’m losin’ more than I win. Anxiety’s knockin’ on the door again, Stress ridin’ shotgun like an old best friend. Yeah, the world gets heavy, keeps on crawlin’, I’m leanin’ hard — but I ain’t fallin’. [Verse 2] Bills keep risin',stackin' up like debt, Interest drops heavy on the very next check. Doin’ what I can just to stay afloat, Feelin’ like I’m rowin’ in a leaky boat. Coffee’s cold, but I drink it down, Laugh a little so I don’t break down. Tell myself, “Boy, you’ll get through this,” Even broke men dream of better bliss. [Pre‑Chorus ] Storm clouds hang, but I wait ‘em out, Hope don’t leave — it just hides behind doubt… [Chorus] ’Cause there’s more goin’ out than comin’ in, Feels like I’m losin’ more than I win. Anxiety’s knockin’ on the door again, Stress ridin’ shotgun like an old best friend. Yeah, the world gets heavy, keeps on crawlin’, I’m leanin’ hard — but I ain’t fallin’. [Bridge] Maybe next month the tide’ll turn, Maybe this weight won’t feel so firm. ’Til that day finally comes around, I’ll hold my line and I won’t back down. One broke fridge, one bad back — still standin’ tall, Life swings hard, but I refuse to fall. [Final Chorus] Yeah, there’s more goin’ out than comin’ in, Feels like I’m losin’ more than I win. Been tired, stressed, worn thin from callin’, But I’m leanin’ strong — and I ain’t fallin’. [Outro] One day soon, things will break my way, Sun’ll push through all this stubborn gray. ’Til then I’ll keep on holdin’ tight — Still standin’, still fightin’, still doin’ it right. [Outro] Yeah, someday soon this luck'll quit cavin' in, Feels like I patched more holesthan I can mend. Old ghosts keep knockin' at my door again, Stress ridin' shotgun like it never will end. But even with a broke-down fridge and a back that's stallin', I drag on through- beat up, I aint fallin'.