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Walk On Water CHORDS

* I Cwalk Bbon watAmer

ButDm I ain't no JesusG

I Cwalk Bbon watAmer

ButDm only when it freeGzes


WhyAm are expectations so high?

Is it the bar I set?

My arms, I sFtretch, but I can’t reach

A far cry from it, Cor it's in my grasp, but as

Soon as I grab, squeezAme

I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze

Into the dark I plummet

Now the sky’Fs blackening

I know the mark's high, butter

flies ripC apart my stomach

Knowin' that no matter

what barsDm I come with

You're gonna harp, gripe, and

That's a hard Vicodin to swallow

So I scrap theseF

As pressure increases like khakisG

I feel the ice cracking, because

( REPEAT * )

It's the curseAm of the standard

That the first of the Mathers discs set

Always in search of the verse

that I haven't spit yet   F

Will this step just be another misstep

To Ctarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect

I’ve Amgarnered? The rhyme has to be perfect

The delivery flawless

AndF it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark

’Til I go sitC in the car, listen and pick it apart

Like, "ThisDm shit is garbage!"

God's given me all this,

still I feel no different regardless

KidsF look to me as a god, this is retarded

If only theyG knew

It's a facade and it's exhaustive

AndDm I try not to listen to nonsense

But if you bitches are tryin’

to strip me of my confidence

Mission accomplishFed

I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim

PacG, B.I.G., James Todd Smith

And I'm not Prince, so…

( REPEAT * )

** 'Cause I'm only humFan, justG like you Am

MakiCng my mistakFes, oh if youG only knewAm

I don't thinkC you should believeF in me

the wayG that you do Am

'Cause I'm terrEmified Fto let you downG, oh


It's trueAm, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess

At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jestF

A flawed human, I guessC

But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex

pectAmations and meet 'em, but first

The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean

He's goin' too fast

Is he gonna shout or curse outF his mom?

There was a time I had the worldC

By the balls, eatin' out my palm

Every albumDm song

I was spazzin' the fuck out on

And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on

But the only oneF who's looking down on me

that matters now's DeShaunG

Am I lucky to be around this longDm?

Begs the question though

Especially after the methadone

As yesterday fadesF and the Dresden home

Is burnt to the ground

And all Gthat's left of my house is lawn

The crowds are goneAm

And it's time to wash out the blonde

Sales decline, the curtains drawnF

They're closin' the set

I'm still pokin' my head from out behindC

And everyone who has doubt, remindAm

Now take your best rhyme, outdo it

now do it a thousand timesF

Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer

careCs or gives a fuck about your rhymes

AndDm as I grow outta sight, outta mind

I might go outta mine

'Cause howF do I ever let this

mic go without a fightG

When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twineDm?

But when I do fall from these

heights though, I'll be fine

I won't poutF or cry or spiral down or whine

But I'll decideG if it's my final bow

this time around, 'cause

( REPEAT * , ** )

If I Cwalked Bbon wateAmr, I would drownC


'Cause I'm just a man

But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike

So me and you are not alike

Bitch, I wrote "Stan"

Walk On Water LYRICS
* I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

Why are expectations so high?
Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet
Now the sky’s blackening
I know the mark's high, butter
flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter
what bars I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow
So I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because
( REPEAT * )
It's the curse of the standard
That the first of the Mathers discs set
Always in search of the verse
that I haven't spit yet  
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect
The delivery flawless
And it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark
’Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like, "This shit is garbage!"
God's given me all this,
still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew
It's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin’
to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplished
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim
Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…
( REPEAT * )
** 'Cause I'm only human, just like you
Making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me
the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh

It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex
pectations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean
He's goin' too fast
Is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world
By the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song
I was spazzin' the fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on
But the only one who's looking down on me
that matters now's DeShaun
Am I lucky to be around this long?
Begs the question though
Especially after the methadone
As yesterday fades and the Dresden home
Is burnt to the ground
And all that's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are gone
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline, the curtains drawn
They're closin' the set
I'm still pokin' my head from out behind
And everyone who has doubt, remind
Now take your best rhyme, outdo it
now do it a thousand times
Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer
cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes
And as I grow outta sight, outta mind
I might go outta mine
'Cause how do I ever let this
mic go without a fight
When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?
But when I do fall from these
heights though, I'll be fine
I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine
But I'll decide if it's my final bow
this time around, 'cause
( REPEAT * , ** )
If I walked on water, I would drown

'Cause I'm just a man
But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike
So me and you are not alike
Bitch, I wrote "Stan"