Uh, uh, yeah

On the couch waitin', waitin’ yeah

Hold up, slow down for your own sake

My heart, on the ground for the moment

Watch you know about self love?

Desolate can't be touched?

Measurements ain't enough

Blessings sent from 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 where 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, 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 god damn 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 make sense, mm

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 family