That Year
One and two and three and four
One and two and three and four
One and two and three and four
One and two and three and four
That year
Oh that year
That year
Oh that year
I remember, a kid with no temper
Man my teacher hated dreamers
So much for learning
My soul was burning
It was hell
Momma said keep your head up and chill
That year
Oh that year
Something 'bout that year
Oh that year
I'm painting a picture
With me in the center
My art is my scripture
Gets me feeling closer
To the one up those stairs
He's in the air
Do you really know yourself
Do you really know your wealth
That year
Oh that year
That year
Oh that year
My love and my heart
And these dreams, it's your art
And our souls, they're weapons
Yes devil, let's wrestle
Different levels to these vessels
Momma said
Momma said a hitta like me
Could do anything that he dreams
Daddy said
Daddy said that he got a plan
And he gone turn me into a man
Doctors said
Doctors said that I was gonna die
Way before a baby's first cry
At best I'd be a vegetable
Now I'm kind of skeptical
I see you in my spectacle
It's credible, I'm edible
Lord, that year she was the coldest
I was hearing Your name but couldn't focus
Now the chains on my brain they are broken
Devil drowned out, Jesus has spoken
Now I'm looking for a girl success
Heard she wanna make hittas obsessed
I'm looking for her cuz I've gotta finesse
But first we gotta address
One and two and three and four
One and two and three and four
One and two and three and four
That year
Oh that year
That year
Oh that year
I remember, a kid with no temper
Man my teacher hated dreamers
So much for learning
My soul was burning
It was hell
Momma said keep your head up and chill
That year
Oh that year
Something 'bout that year
Oh that year
I'm painting a picture
With me in the center
My art is my scripture
Gets me feeling closer
To the one up those stairs
He's in the air
Do you really know yourself
Do you really know your wealth
That year
Oh that year
That year
Oh that year
My love and my heart
And these dreams, it's your art
And our souls, they're weapons
Yes devil, let's wrestle
Different levels to these vessels
Momma said
Momma said a hitta like me
Could do anything that he dreams
Daddy said
Daddy said that he got a plan
And he gone turn me into a man
Doctors said
Doctors said that I was gonna die
Way before a baby's first cry
At best I'd be a vegetable
Now I'm kind of skeptical
I see you in my spectacle
It's credible, I'm edible
Lord, that year she was the coldest
I was hearing Your name but couldn't focus
Now the chains on my brain they are broken
Devil drowned out, Jesus has spoken
Now I'm looking for a girl success
Heard she wanna make hittas obsessed
I'm looking for her cuz I've gotta finesse
But first we gotta address
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