I Hate My Backswing
Struggling with Golf's Backswing Woes?
Lyrics
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
The speaker expresses strong dislike or frustration with their golf backswing.
When I look at it, all I wanna fuckin' do is cry.
Upon observing the backswing, the speaker feels a strong emotional reaction, wanting to cry.
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
Reiteration of the speaker's intense dislike for their golf backswing.
When I look at it, all I wanna fuckin' do is cry.
Similar to line 2, the speaker experiences a desire to cry when looking at their backswing.
I've been playin' G for a while now, it's been an uphill battle for a while now.
The speaker has been playing golf for a while and describes it as a challenging and ongoing struggle.
I can't figure it out, I find it one day, loose it the next. Man I don't know what to say.
The speaker expresses confusion and frustration, finding golf progress inconsistent—gaining and losing skills.
And it's only when I stop giving a shit, I get that good kick, or a thought that sticks.
The speaker notes that positive outcomes occur when they stop caring too much, allowing for improvement.
It's easy for a stretch, then it goes away. No where clue where to, and why it won't stay.
Despite occasional success, the speaker experiences difficulty maintaining consistency in their game.
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
Reiteration of the strong dislike for the speaker's golf backswing.
When I look at it, all I wanna fuckin' do is cry (oh my god it's so dusty).
The speaker expresses an emotional response (crying) when contemplating their backswing, adding a humorous comment about its dusty condition.
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
Continued expression of intense dislike for the golf backswing.
When I look at it (eww) all I wanna fuckin' do is cry.
Similar to line 12, the speaker feels like crying when examining their backswing, with an additional humorous remark about its unpleasant state.
I took a lesson the other day, with this dude named Jake, who's got this dusty instagram page.
The speaker took a lesson from someone named Jake, mentioning his Instagram page and the use of foot spray to improve their swing.
He told me some simple shit, we used some foot spray to figure out where I was hittin' it.
Jake provided simple advice, using foot spray to determine hitting positions, suggesting progress.
All I had to do was try and hit the toe, and for the first time, golf was kinda simple.
The speaker found success in following Jake's guidance, simplifying the game by focusing on hitting the toe.
Until I got up to the first tee, and literally forgot everything he taught me (damnit).
Despite initial success, the speaker faced challenges remembering the lesson when approaching the first tee.
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
Reiteration of the strong dislike for the speaker's golf backswing.
When I look at it, all I wanna fuckin' do is cry (oh my god it's so dusty).
Similar to line 12, the speaker feels like crying when contemplating their backswing, with a humorous comment about its dusty condition.
I fuckin' hate my backswing.
Continued expression of intense dislike for the golf backswing.
When I look at it (eww) all I wanna fuckin' do is cry. (oh my god it's so dusty, what am I supposed to do).
Similar to lines 12 and 22, the speaker feels like crying when examining their backswing, emphasizing its dusty condition and expressing confusion about what to do.
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