| Press harder, press harder
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| Just hold on, just hold on
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| I believe everything happens for a reason
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| And everything that’s gon' evolve will happen in its season
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| The sun revolves, I’m just happy to be breathin'
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| Will my search for happiness and hope that shadows all the grievin
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| My heart patterns every time she say she leavin'
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| God we failed at marriage probably cause we stopped believin'
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| I’m not embarrassed, proud of all of my achievements
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| Lent from all the dirty floors I fall upon to repent
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| I’m calling on the Lord, but as of recent
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| Feel like I’m just talking on the floors with my knees bent
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| Cause I ignore the signs He presents
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| And turn around and straight ignored the ones He resent
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| Hoodies underneath my coat that hang knee length
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| The safety pin stands for hope that was just re-bent
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| Like a soul that needs to be quenched and deep wrenched to be drenched
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| Forever seek strength, blind elephant
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| The pressures of this album got me stressed
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| Soon as I think the flood is gone here comes another test
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| This writers block is bugging to my flesh |
| I can’t connect, tough to I come up with something I don’t rest
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| Thirteen hours at that table I reflect
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| On a praying conversation sitting in the car with x
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| Complaining to him about the whys and whos that had me stressed
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| He said get comfortable with being uncomfortable you being stretched
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| Like longitude which constitutes the East from West
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| Or blind mesus behind you moving fingers up your neck
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| Can’t even chill without some cat who rhyme that’s screaming lets connect
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| But chop and field the very moment you decline they lose respect
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| Its so surreal 99% of the time I’m too depressed
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| If I don’t answer when you blowing up my line just shoot a text
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| Know you ill when you don’t know the gift from God that you posses
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| And folks are thrilled by stuff that you once said is fire, but in reject
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| Blind elephant
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| At times I feel alone
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| As if I don’t belong
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| It gets lonely at times
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| When all my strength is gone and I can’t carry on
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| I stretch my wings to open and fly
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| And fly x2
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| And I wear my safety pin x3 |