Hold up, slow down for your own sake My heart on the ground for the moment Whatchu know about self-love? Desolate can't be touched Measurements ain't enough Blessings sent from up above Brodie know that I'm the truth Navy Blue the runner-up Niggas thought that I would give up and throw the towel in No SOS, I found the source while I was drowning Like my mama, shouts to MIKE He know I'm proud of him That's lil bro, I'm lil bro to most Raise the glass and toast I strip my past of hope And fed it to the moment These shoulders known atonement I'm growing I can't boast, Navy, Max and Liv.e, three amigos Dismantle my ego, reverse tuck bruk up the weed Buss' like my cousin gun Pain weigh about a ton, enough to crush you Cut the vision, flex ya muscle Pack my clothes inside that duffle Too many days I wore that goddamn muzzle Speak truth now as always I was only 8, caught my brother spirit in the hallway Light flashing, dancin' I chased him bro, I wasn't scared
I learned patience makes sense, mm I learned patience makes sense Spent days on the couch, type senseless My sixth sense went Learned patience 'cause it makes sense Spent days on the couch, type senseless My sixth sense went Outta reach, outta touch My sixth sense went Sixth sense went On the couch, type senseless, uh, uh, uh
My dad was a Christian He taught Sunday School and he prayed, and we read the Bible each Sunday morning before breakfast And the kinds of scriptures which he read, the prayers which he prayed, gave me to know that uh, I had the support of my familyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
