East, Pt. 2
When I feel alone walking down the street with pockets not too deep
You can always count on me
Or maybe you will come too close for comfort
This feels like heaven
This feels like heaven
Tongue on fire
Through the wire
I've been trying to find it
I've been trying to find me
I've been trying to find it
Is there more than this
Is there more than this
Colors the rainbows could not express
Been finding this peace so I'm not depressed
Shifted the gears, now they outta touch
Ruffle my feathers, I'm weatherman
Speaking in self, I'll grab my own hand
And loving is me
Stay over the seas
The water's on me
Just hoping to be alligned with a team
Aligned with my dreams stay in the east east east
Been looking to pickup my downfalls
So when they say I'm slippin, I slipped up I'm bound for
The greatest success my endeavors could ever afford
Been working on my thing huh
Tryna get this Porsche for my momma, grandmama
A hundred for me, oh of course
I gotta see the reap
I always work for more
Express until I peak
I hope they hear my voice
Get this lump up out my throat, Im tryna open doors
I'll learn how to be myself
I'll learn how to be by myself
Extend my open arms in your touch
I came out alone, you came out at home
Higher, higher
You can always count on me
Or maybe you will come too close for comfort
This feels like heaven
This feels like heaven
Tongue on fire
Through the wire
I've been trying to find it
I've been trying to find me
I've been trying to find it
Is there more than this
Is there more than this
Colors the rainbows could not express
Been finding this peace so I'm not depressed
Shifted the gears, now they outta touch
Ruffle my feathers, I'm weatherman
Speaking in self, I'll grab my own hand
And loving is me
Stay over the seas
The water's on me
Just hoping to be alligned with a team
Aligned with my dreams stay in the east east east
Been looking to pickup my downfalls
So when they say I'm slippin, I slipped up I'm bound for
The greatest success my endeavors could ever afford
Been working on my thing huh
Tryna get this Porsche for my momma, grandmama
A hundred for me, oh of course
I gotta see the reap
I always work for more
Express until I peak
I hope they hear my voice
Get this lump up out my throat, Im tryna open doors
I'll learn how to be myself
I'll learn how to be by myself
Extend my open arms in your touch
I came out alone, you came out at home
Higher, higher
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Burnett
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