Beats gotta hold my tune, quick lil skateboard ride
Off to the bench and the sticks and the moss and the bricks gotta free my mind
I'm thinking out loud throwing thoughts on a page
That boy wise can't mess with a sage
I think he sitting on a breakthrough
Damn them the words that made you
In my corduroy threads, getting out of my head
Get up out of my bed I-I-I
Cuz when I don't feel like I do (like I do)
I know that these hands will pull me through (pull me through)
I grow every day like bamboo (like bamboo)
I won't let these hands sculpt me blue
Still, dodging all the days of the party's fill
Thought you would indulge cuz you like to feel
It's a tough job making your own choice (but it's not, like, its your choice)
But, who the mastermind behind the art
Sculpting hands gon make and tear apart
It's you to me and me to all my thoughts
And my thoughts to take and make sure I create
Cuz nothing lasts forever don't you notice
All the time it took for me to focus
Just to circle back into the moment
To the moment, to a sunrise
It's a new dawn, not a past life
(Woah, woah, woah)
Cuz when I don't feel like I do
I know that these hands will pull me through (pull me through)
I grow every day like bamboo (like bamboo)
I won't let these hands sculpt me blue