Letras
Master of my own mind
First and foremost
I usually let the beat cry
Tonight I raise a toast
A celebration
Hard work, and dedication
Go hand in hand
The consequence of living life
Is a reputation
Stained glass portrait of pops
For commemoration
I love sketching the plots
Of how we 'gon make it
Entire color wheels for perfect
Demonstration
Chameleon styled,
A million miles we racing
A top of the hearts
Ready to spark
And anguish
All of the folks
About to go off the latter
Yeah I'm off of the ropes
Now we flipping off of the ropes
Yeah, oh!
Yeah,
Now I'm flipping off of the ropes
Yeah, oh!
Yeah, oh!
I See all of my problems
I ain't solve em in a minute
Lock it in the closet
Started spreading to the ceiling
Turn what I've been feeling
To another I'm forgetting
To another I'm forgetting
I See all of my problems
I ain't solve em in a minute
Lock it in the closet
Started spreading to the ceiling
Turn what I've been feeling
To another I'm forgetting
To another I'm forgetting
Start forgetting who I was
In search for a new stance
Cal Ripken playing ball
Looking for the difference
Hall of famer regardless
Of where my feet may land
Yeah
Where my feet may land
the difference is
Between you and I
I seen the clearest skies
And they are blue as hell
(My faith never tinted)
Cause everything I'm guiding's
Always through the passion
In my wishing well
But I got the plan