I went to school to be an engineer and settled on a different route
I dropped thought I'd thug it out
And if you break it down and think it out
Then this music is the reason I landed on my uncle's couch

I swear I'll be okay
Even if it's really not I gotta make a way
Coz if this music thing doesn't work out like I said it would after they said it wouldn't
them tell me what I'm gona say

After the student loans my sickly mother had to pay
Just so she could say her baby boy done graduated
I hit God up on the line, and got the voicemail and it's been a minute and I don't know how much longer I'm gonna wait

As kid I swore I'd grow to be a prodigy
And my momma named gift swore it was prophecy
But I havent hit those pinnacles and honestly
Feel like I let you down if you expected a lot from me

After all this time you'd think I'd have more figured out
And the cash in my account would be a big amount
But truthfully everything is in a go slow
It used to be I know so, but nowadays it's hard to be hopeful.

I'm still okay though
Dark times turn my thoughts to tornadoes
Doing the maths counting blessings to be grateful
Hope every single one of us get every single thing that we prayed for

Hope every single one of us get every single thing that we prayed for
Hope every single one of us get every single thing that we prayed for
Hope every single one of us get every single thing that we prayed for
Hope every single one of us get every single thing that we prayed for