Stuck inside the game, all just tryna find a place
For the stories we share are picture-perfect in every frame
We all wanna be known, but we're afraid to be fully seen
Feel like we're the only ones coverin' up insecurity
Have we lost who we are to the pressure? Oh, no
Tradin' souls for the sake of the pleasure, ooh
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego
Lord knows it all feels so hollow
If you wanna go high, then you gotta bow low
If you wanna go deep, gotta rise above the shallow
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Never did me any good, only ever built a wall
It stood as high as it could and all the while, I felt so small
Felt unworthy to be loved, wondered if I'd ever measure up
But is this the cost of Christ? Feelin' the truth, the fruit I once was?
Have we lost who we are to the pressure? Oh
Tradin' souls for the sake of the pleasure, ooh
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego
Lord knows it all feels so hollow
If you wanna go high, then you gotta bow low
If you wanna go deep, gotta rise above the shallow
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Can we change what we've become?
Can we save our society?
If there's a way, if there's a door
It's humility
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego
Lord knows it all feels so hollow
If you wanna go high, then you gotta bow low
If you wanna go deep, gotta rise above the shallow
I'm done wrestlin' with my ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ego (ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ego (ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ego (ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ego (ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Composição
Composição: Elizondo Mike, Lauren Daigle, Jason Ingram
