Priceless
Not only am I free but I'm priceless
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Not only am I free but I'm priceless
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Like drawing water out the well
We're the source man can't you tell
If they want it give them hell
Got a story I could tell
Had to break free from that spell
Had to break out of that cell
And now we back outside
All the homies down to ride
And we bout to catch a vibe
Gotta walk before you glide
Gotta fall before you fly
Gotta live before you die
But I can do without the extras
Every records fucking pressure
Bout to pop like effervescent
The grace of God is omnipresent
I'm too focused on the present
Couldn't waste a single second of it
Got that discipline that most would covet
So if I do it then you know I love it
I soldier through the shit that most can't stomach
And always try to really learn something from it
And then I try to pass it on
Going long
Treat the torch like a damn baton
I pull the chord when the damage done
They won't recognize the source
Till the day I'm gone
But I'm ok with flowers on my grave
Better late
Than to never even know the name
Grown so used to all these growing pains
A lot has changed
But the thing that's always stayed the same
Not only am I free but I'm priceless
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Not only am I free but I'm priceless
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Like drawing water out the well
We're the source man can't you tell
If they want it give them hell
Got a story I could tell
Had to break free from that spell
Had to break out of that cell
And now we back outside
All the homies down to ride
And we bout to catch a vibe
Gotta walk before you glide
Gotta fall before you fly
Gotta live before you die
But I can do without the extras
Every records fucking pressure
Bout to pop like effervescent
The grace of God is omnipresent
I'm too focused on the present
Couldn't waste a single second of it
Got that discipline that most would covet
So if I do it then you know I love it
I soldier through the shit that most can't stomach
And always try to really learn something from it
And then I try to pass it on
Going long
Treat the torch like a damn baton
I pull the chord when the damage done
They won't recognize the source
Till the day I'm gone
But I'm ok with flowers on my grave
Better late
Than to never even know the name
Grown so used to all these growing pains
A lot has changed
But the thing that's always stayed the same
Not only am I free but I'm priceless
Not every little thing is a crisis
When living out a dream it reminds us
That everything we need is inside us
Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Ross
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