| Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away
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| Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain
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| If I could read the world my notebook and these thoughts in it
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| Would they judge me or love me for what I’ve written?
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| Tryna get closer to spirt that enters the body
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| It’s the vessel like I’m not in it
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| In fifty-something years, I won’t be here
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| There’ll be a kid with some headphones covering his ears
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| Walking 'round a hallway, dreaming of ideas
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| Find himself in the sound 'cause music is a mirror
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| What you looking for? |
| What you headed towards?
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| What’s your name worth when they mention yours?
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| When you leave here, are you stepping forward?
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| Can you remember your intention when they question yours?
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| They’re gonna question yours, they’re gonna question yours
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| I’ve been at rock bottom and I’m headed North
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| If you don’t love yourself, what’s the respect for?
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| If you don’t love life, the check won’t correct yours
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| Excavate
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| Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away
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| Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain
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| And I found peace
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| And I found peace
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| And I found peace
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| I had this vision of my death
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| Surrounded by people I love and respect
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| And the baby blue Cadillac hearse
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| Pulling me 'round the block that I rep
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| The greatest fear that I’ve ever kept is dying with regrets
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| Like was I just alive for success
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| Or did I leave a better life for the rest?
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| My greatest achievement isn’t the dollars
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| My greatest achievement isn’t the followers
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| My greatest achievement isn’t the accolades
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| My greatest achievement is my daughter
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| Waking up in the morning, being a father
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| Watching the light kiss her eyelids
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| Hearing her sing along to Chance
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| And being like, «yeah, that’s my kid»
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| The light started to glow
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| And the saxophone funk called-train started to blow
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| Tender, laying in the snow, turn on my headphones
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| Couple miles to go before I run out of road
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| Excavate
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| Fill my lungs up, pour my heart out, peel my bones away
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| Grab my window, shut my shutters, excavate my pain
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| And I found peace
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| And I found peace
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| And I found peace
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| Hold me up into the light and study every part of me
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| I’m an open book, no, I don’t mind, but sometimes I’m hard to read
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| Just flesh and bone, I’m headed home
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| But this life is so hard to leave
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| But who am I when they cut the lights and nobody’s watching me?
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| Hold me up into the light and study every part of me
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| I’m an open book, no, I don’t mind, but sometimes I’m hard to read
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| Just flesh and bone, I’m headed home
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| But this life is so hard to leave
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| But who am I when they cut the lights and nobody’s watching me?
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| Gemini |