Lyrics
Are we gonna hit the pinnacle
Don't be so cynical
I feel invincible
Christ at the centerfold
Your momma don't like rap
My momma still feel it though
Laptop in the backseat, what do I call that
Portable kitchen
Cooking anywhere that I go, let the praise overflow
Whether it's melody or flow, let Him be lifted
You breathe life into these bones
Even your enemies all know who should be sitting on that throne
Don't dismiss it
Got one life, I'm tryna live it
Treat me like Taylor, God
Please let me finish
I've seen the take-aways and I've seen you give it
So I don't know what to expect
I know I have a lot, I know you gave it to me
Don't wanna ask a lot, but I wanna make it to be
Old enough to do the mission that you made for me
I read Job, please God, don't take it from me
I turn the booth into a sweatlodge
I've been in my head lots
Deconstructing everything, I might hit bedrock
Wedding in a few months, Imma make the
Ayo, don't finish that line
Imma make the
Okay
Somebody better put me on
The way I'm better at making these songs
The way top ten ain't topping me
You owe everyone an apology
I don't wanna make it a competition
But why you got a platform with no message
Talking a lot but I'm not impressed
Let me get a few things off my chest
I'm 21, full-time, and I'm working at the banquets
And it's work when I get home, that's the curse of a creative
And my mind's playing tricks
Is this a weighted blanket
I know how to get me numb, but I can't alleviate it
This fix don't fix me
This is getting risky
Pandora's box might open if I'm open
So I'm coping and I'm coasting
And I'm hoping that you don't hold this against me
And then my friend's speak
Like "how much did the cross cover?"