Lyrics Giants - Drake White

For some, it's a cigarette, for some, it's a blackjack bet
For some, it's playing Russian roulette with a bottle
For some, it's a broken heart, pink slip in a foreclosed yard
Eighteen and a goodbye car waving to her father
Whoa-whoa, we all, we all, we all

We all got giants, we all feel like a David
Facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants

For some, it's a locker room, makeup on bourbon boots
For some, it's a Sunday pew talking to Jesus
For some, it's the sound of goodbye, a single seeing two pink lines
Some people gotta stay high, and some are scared of flying
Scared of trying, scared of dying

We all got giants, we all feel like a David
Facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants

Well, we all, we all, we all got them skeletons in the closet
We all, we all, we all got them mountains worth climbing
They're testing our faith in defiance

We all got giants, we all feel like a David
Facing Goliath sometimes
Well, they make us feel so small, back us against the wall
But they don't know they're turning underdogs to lions
So bring on those giants (bring on, bring on the giants)
Bring on those giants (bring on, bring on the giants)

For some, it's a cigarette, for some, it's a blackjack bet
For some, it's playing Russian roulette with a bottle
For some, it's a broken heart, pink slip in a foreclosed yard
Eighteen and a goodbye car waving to her father