60
I don't know how to dance, uh
Momma told me pull my pants up
So my style is kinda random
You don't know my life
You don't know my life
I ain't have the newest Jordans
We couldn't afford them
When you're the youngest of five kids
You gotta sacrifice
You gotta sacrifice
Used to want to be the man
Get an ovation when I stand
'Til I realized I was walking like you
Gotta make my own footprints in the sand
Had me fucked up like Diddy and Da Band
Identity crisis
An overly nice kid
Discovered the vices
The liquor provided
The sex I hide in
I've changed so much
So my memories priceless
Who am I?
Being in my 20s
I've kinda treated liquor as a way to free me of my insecurities
As though there's a better me I can only reach when I'm intoxicated
But that's not true
I control who I am
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, if I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go?
I don't believe in God, but
I think it's pretty obvious
There's a higher being inside us
And every living thing, and every living thing
Fuck who you try to make me
You can pray if you wanna save me
If your force feed your Bible
What does it really mean?
What does it really mean?
I mean cancer's real, I mean cancer kills
I don't really care if I don't make it to 60
If heaven's there you think God's against me?
If our President can fuck Lewinsky
We're all human
We're all doomed then
No one's perfect
Dreams are lucid
I just try to be the best I can
So when I die I'm not just pollution
On this fragile earth
I don't really follow any Gods or religions
Though I've always believed in a connection between all life forms
But if there is a God
I highly doubt that I'd be faulted for not reading a book
Written by the hands of men
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, if I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high when I'm low
Just a flake in the snow
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high when I'm low
Just a flake in the snow
I hope I'm not being too preachy about not being preachy
It just comes out that way sometimes
I live a second life in my head
But lately, I've just been tryna put the real one in perspective
You see, my mother turns 60 this year
A number that she'll wear so well
And although she didn't live a perfect life
She's one of the most beautiful souls that I know
She believes in God, but she's never pressured me to do anything
Other than live a life of values and purpose
Because that's all you really need
So fuck all that other bullshit
And what they want you to think
We all have to find our own way to the light
And that light is not always in the shadow of others' thoughts
And often involves some bad decisions
But those decisions don't define you
Just live
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Momma told me pull my pants up
So my style is kinda random
You don't know my life
You don't know my life
I ain't have the newest Jordans
We couldn't afford them
When you're the youngest of five kids
You gotta sacrifice
You gotta sacrifice
Used to want to be the man
Get an ovation when I stand
'Til I realized I was walking like you
Gotta make my own footprints in the sand
Had me fucked up like Diddy and Da Band
Identity crisis
An overly nice kid
Discovered the vices
The liquor provided
The sex I hide in
I've changed so much
So my memories priceless
Who am I?
Being in my 20s
I've kinda treated liquor as a way to free me of my insecurities
As though there's a better me I can only reach when I'm intoxicated
But that's not true
I control who I am
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, if I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go?
I don't believe in God, but
I think it's pretty obvious
There's a higher being inside us
And every living thing, and every living thing
Fuck who you try to make me
You can pray if you wanna save me
If your force feed your Bible
What does it really mean?
What does it really mean?
I mean cancer's real, I mean cancer kills
I don't really care if I don't make it to 60
If heaven's there you think God's against me?
If our President can fuck Lewinsky
We're all human
We're all doomed then
No one's perfect
Dreams are lucid
I just try to be the best I can
So when I die I'm not just pollution
On this fragile earth
I don't really follow any Gods or religions
Though I've always believed in a connection between all life forms
But if there is a God
I highly doubt that I'd be faulted for not reading a book
Written by the hands of men
You can take me to the water
But I'll die if I drink
Gotta find my soul
Gotta find a place to think
What is me, if I'm you?
What is black, if I'm blue?
There's a kink in the system
Gonna find my way through
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high when I'm low
Just a flake in the snow
Where I go? Where I go?
Getting high when I'm low
Just a flake in the snow
I hope I'm not being too preachy about not being preachy
It just comes out that way sometimes
I live a second life in my head
But lately, I've just been tryna put the real one in perspective
You see, my mother turns 60 this year
A number that she'll wear so well
And although she didn't live a perfect life
She's one of the most beautiful souls that I know
She believes in God, but she's never pressured me to do anything
Other than live a life of values and purpose
Because that's all you really need
So fuck all that other bullshit
And what they want you to think
We all have to find our own way to the light
And that light is not always in the shadow of others' thoughts
And often involves some bad decisions
But those decisions don't define you
Just live
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Writer(s): Michael Irish, Khary Durgans
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