CONTENT

Tired of the content, tryna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, tryna be

If I'm honest

I'm tired of the nonsense, content, rat race, cat chase

For the whole kitten and caboodle, trying to match pace

Feeling like, pfff man, you blew it, you in last place

Now you say you really wanna do it, but you mad late

Don't be mad, Nate

Mad, wait

Whatchu doing this for?

You were 16 writing, it was you and the Lord

Said you do it for His glory, that's the truest reward

Don't get caught up in that vanity when you hit record

Or while struggling when budgeting what you can afford

Hoping that these metrics will make checks

Should be praying that the message will make sense

to these dark hearts that been kept in enslavement

Tired of the content, tryna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, tryna be

My shoes never wore in the wilderness

Never lacked water, never lacked bread

Never went thirsty, always stayed fed

Rain and the sunshine over my head

Your goodness and mercy

Followed me and never did desert me

Following the hallowed and worthy

How I been loved, though I never been deserving?

Yeah, I just want to know you in the quiet place

Feel the warmth of your love like a fireplace

The clamor of a crowd is a wild chase

Rather seek the Father where He's found

My Messiah's face

In the wilderness, or on the cold shore

In your closet with your knees on the exposed floor

Where it's who you know and never what you're known for

And only you and heaven know the glory of a closed door

Tired of the content, tryna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, I wanna be content

Tired of the content, tryna be