Everything comes full circle
Yeah, I'm right back in this room alone
With those goosebumps and my pen working
But it's all worth it
Yeah, it's full oval
I shouldn't say circle, nothing's perfect
But I'm getting closer to the summit of it
So I stay hopeful
Ayy, keep it soulful
Having visions of my father strumming folk shit
I was memorized by the way the notes went
The country in him always sound the coldest
39th Ave, I wrote my first song
My childhood never let me slow down
'Cause in a home where shit hits the fan
Music was my safe place when shit would go down
Basketball hoop without a net
Still feel the swish when it leave my wrist
Imagination made me into this
I coulda been a carpenter banging sticks
I thought it had it all when I made a grip
I never had money, so that shit was lit
And this music stuff was everything I had
I never had a lot until I had my kids
Millie, Maeve, Gus, two girls and a boy, that's twins plus one
If this shit straight flop and nobody give fuck
And I got them with me, then I already won
We can't change what's already done
I complain about low sleep
But the same guy I looked up to
Back in high school just OD'd
So God willing, I'ma live fast
'Cause I'm too vein to get cold feet
I can't lie about things I write in songs
So by default, you get to know me
Falling deeper into something bigger
I guess I discovered a new sea
All things aside, I know my time's coming
I guess we'll see
