(Ooh) uh, uh, yeah

(Ooh) on the couch waitin', waitin' yeah
Hold up, slow down for your own sake
My heart on the ground for the moment
What'd 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 goddamn muzzle
Speak truth now as always
I was only eight, caught my brother spirit in the hallway
Light flashing, dancin', I chased him bro, I wasn't scared
I learned patience make 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