[Verse 1: Taelor Gray]
I just had a daughter and I’m the son of carpenter
Lifted off these highs and you just gon have to pardon us
You don’t want no parts of us eating like you’ve been starving us
People building their brands, we treat that building like arsonists
And I’m that arsonist, 16-Bit when it’s cartridges
Fly like an eagle, Steve Miller Band and Carson Wentz
Cleaning all these carcases, busting like Frank Castle
I leave the with booth littered with shell cases and shrapnel
They aren’t feeling me talking this artillery
It’s art imagery, so image me with the Lord
See imitation is like the Creator, and this is joy
Seed is just from the sower is planted deep in the soil
I treat it like King David, you follow Him and you’ll soar
And we good
[Verse 2: Kambino]
I got the keys to the car, but rarely drive it, bizarre
I wanna ride it, won't let me get up inside it because
It says our timing be off, swear I'm bothered [?]
But by his graces I'm keeping up on the maintenance
[?]
Driving me crazy but when I'm driving miss daisy
It's then i fall all over again
Kisses from shoulders to chin
Above the lower than in
The love below, it's no sin
My name I gave us
You'll carry it to the grave
I thank god for the day he made her
I want her, need her, I crave her
I love her, need her, I labor to love her deeper
I savor each moment we're together
My queen, my diva, my bae
Bria Marr, Bria Marr, Mi amor
Bria Marr, Mi amor
[Hook: Christon Gray & JGivens]
I just want to be a star and blow up
Well grow up (Keep on living)
You may not believe me but you know what
Show love (show love)
Keep on giving
[Verse 3: Armond WakeUp]
When I look outside myself I’m beside myself
What greater gift for You to give beside Yourself?
As a child I was set and bred to be numb
Music was the breath in my lungs
But not a drum or a key brings me to my knees immediately
You are everything I needed to be
I am needy and weak, seedy and deep in deceit
I hold You dear to me
Afraid of love, it only embraced the idea of me
I got a broken version from mama and dad
I can’t be mad cause people can only give what they have
So half was in these raps, other half in my pants
The lens You see me through, it pans
Don’t need a stand, cause You walk with me
In return till You return
I’m Timmy Turner in terms
I’m Jeremiah, it burns
I’m terrified You observe me
Still You choose to nurture, stir me
And for that You’ve earned me
I’m not worthy
[Verse 4: James Hazley]
The sweetest, free as I've ever been
So what's left to say
Final symph and they cooking all this in rap souffle
Clicking back up, y'all put Chris in tape
Before I say Ou revoir, gotta say my peace
Peace to 580 sais, Dax and big
Matter fact to the ones that keep it G tho
Genuine art article down to the last particle
In space with lost boys without a safe place to roam
Found magic in 16s
Found out the sky was home
Sky was home, highs and lows
Ride it out through the highs and lows
I wish the ties that bind kept together like windsor knots
Only time will tell if your Jacob, Judas or not
Through ebbs and flows
Crash too many times that memory and lover's lane
Where x marks the wife, I mean spot (the highs and lows)
When school of roses about to drop
I wasn't copping jack, in fact I'm Captain Jack
Spare no change for ? is narrow
Had to draw a line in the ratchet
Since buried the hatchets
All the same see we grew together through this
Never just a verse, much deeper than music
Brothers of the pen and flame and tracks until it light
No take the last name, a couple G's to my side
See what God brought us, I miss the highs and lows
And it's deeper than singing baritone through catacombs (catacombs)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jurny Big]
Y'all bananas if you thought I'd lose appeal
I might retire at last if I lose the wheel
Or desire, but I could coach Ella the same with fire
Cause you don't need a golden voice when you lead the choir
They askin' why I usually speak on the same stuff
I do this for my people, who playin' cuz and flame blood
My killer Terrace Cruz been on my mind lately
But homie Dodge City, so he probably fine, just know
I'm protected by Christ when trouble faces
My God looking after my state like double spaces
Hard for me to turn a cheek so I shuffle pages
My range alone, I had these clones cover faces
And it's way beyond hardcore
These rappers on all fours
Like me up on a PGA golf course
It's grown man music
Throw hands to it
Big boys bob hands don't dance to it
That's my kind of lane and vein
And it's very close to varicose it goes without saying
? til the reaper holla
I'm He-Man when the Grey's call with a beat to follow
[Outro]
Planting the seeds before they grow
Give them a little shine so you’ll see the flow
Be patient as they’re waiting to sprout
Out
Think outside the box, we have no limits
[…] anything to give
You have much potential
Just listen and learn so you’ll grow
