| Uh, uh, yeah |
| On the couch waitin', waitin' yeah |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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