Lyrics
Yo, a lot of growing pains, a lot of wisdom in my older days
I'd rather hold a convo with God than burn and hold the sage
The ones who claim they paved the way were merely stowaways
In harvest, had to learn to understand the role the locust play
The movement in my rearview is obvious
Performative love to appease an audience
I overextended mine too many times
Situations played out same way as accordions
Audio files, where chord progression meets therapy
Born in the wild, where caterpillars turn centipedes
A hundred feet away from steeples and the felonies
Forever in between the T.D. Jakes and the Genovese
Still managed to find peace in the stress
I had to grow apart from the rest
With all the pessimism they'd invest, I'd remind 'em
I'm not the guy they thought they saw, that's just the Mandela effect, word