Some days I hope I sit I pray for it
Even though I know it never really come
Sometimes I sit I wait i swear by it
Give it up when I'm feeling dumb
Sometimes I sit and I hope and I sing for it
Sometimes I hear them say
You know one day you're gonna be amazed by it
Promise you gon find a way
Find a way out
Find a way out
Find a way out
Find a way out
Some days I think I'm a little bit too old for this
Like a grown man in children's clothes
Long sleeve shirt with the sleeve way above my wrist
And my gut hanging out below
I was a painter, a saint, and an activist
From the comfort of my duvet
And oh what a feeling to feel even half of it
And fall to another place, on my way
And as I'm passing, the weight of crashing
Dissipates into a foregone glue
And in the ashes, we can imagine
The pretty passions of what we gon do
Off two, by the seconds, unofficial conversation
Repetition, reputation, left and right in automation
Bake a cake and take the cake
And buy a condo off the cadence
I won't wait around the waiting room to make it
I'ma find my way out
Find a way out