Thank God These Feet

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[CHORUS]
Suppose it ain't fair yeah, join the line
Whinin won't buy you an inch of time
No trust-fund wheels, no fast-lane deal
Thank God these feet still feel

[VERSE 2]
I see you cussin the rain like it's got a plan
Like the sky wakes up just to pick on a man
I did it too wore anger like a coat
Thought it'd keep me warm just made me choke
Mud don't care, it grabs what it can
Turns proud into tired with a hard few steps
Still, you learn what's yours when the ground won't move:
Not the road, not the rules just the way you choose
Some nights you limp, some mornings you sway
But you're still here walkin so you ain't lost today

[BRIDGE]
Yeah, I whined too, kid like life kept a score
Like hurt meant I'd get somethin more
Caught my face in that gas-station glass
No savior showed up, no shiny next
Just these beat-up feet, and a little left
So if it aches, let it ache don't kneel
Cause pain's just proof these feet still feel

[CHORUS]
Suppose it ain't fair yeah, join the line
Whinin won't buy you an inch of time
No trust-fund wheels, no fast-lane deal
Thank God these feet still feel

[OUTRO]
Thank God these feet still feel.

Note:
I wrote this talking to the younger version of myself –
the kid who kept asking why the road had to be so damn hard.
I wore that anger like a coat for years; kept me warm for a minute,
then just choked the air out.
This is what’s left when you finally spit it out and stand up anyway:
not a miracle, not a fix.
Just these beat-up feet that still move forward.
Thank God they still feel the mud – it means I’m still in the fight.

2094/7500

[VERSE 1] Hey, kid I heard you beg for easier roads Like luck's somethin you can borrow from those With clean rides, clean wins, clean little lies Slidin past while you learn to apologize Yeah, it burns when they cut your line But chewin on that why me just kills your time So spit if you need to, then breathe, then stand You can't hack the system but you got legs, man You ain't owed the sun you get the mud Still you're movin. That's enough. That's blood. [CHORUS] Suppose it ain't fair yeah, join the line Whinin won't buy you an inch of time No trust-fund wheels, no fast-lane deal Thank God these feet still feel [VERSE 2] I see you cussin the rain like it's got a plan Like the sky wakes up just to pick on a man I did it too wore anger like a coat Thought it'd keep me warm just made me choke Mud don't care, it grabs what it can Turns proud into tired with a hard few steps Still, you learn what's yours when the ground won't move: Not the road, not the rules just the way you choose Some nights you limp, some mornings you sway But you're still here walkin so you ain't lost today [BRIDGE] Yeah, I whined too, kid like life kept a score Like hurt meant I'd get somethin more Caught my face in that gas-station glass No savior showed up, no shiny next Just these beat-up feet, and a little left So if it aches, let it ache don't kneel Cause pain's just proof these feet still feel [CHORUS] Suppose it ain't fair yeah, join the line Whinin won't buy you an inch of time No trust-fund wheels, no fast-lane deal Thank God these feet still feel [OUTRO] Thank God these feet still feel. Note: I wrote this talking to the younger version of myself – the kid who kept asking why the road had to be so damn hard. I wore that anger like a coat for years; kept me warm for a minute, then just choked the air out. This is what’s left when you finally spit it out and stand up anyway: not a miracle, not a fix. Just these beat-up feet that still move forward. Thank God they still feel the mud – it means I’m still in the fight. © 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin

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