I'm a free bird, I don't march to a drum But Your heart is the kick and I'm only the reverb So whatever You say, I'm Your echo effect I'm Your echo, I'm Your reverb Tarararataraaaa... Tryna build a box, got a 4 by 4 Tryna fit me in, man, Ima need more Got a 6 by 6, 10 by 10 Just gimme 16, Ima drop you in Ima girl on a beat, tryna be an emcee But we all know I make pop CD's I can drop a beat, fake like I'm cool, but I was homeschooled I can write a song but can't right my wrongs I'm a broken vessel like the rest of y'all My heart is heavy, my boots are scuffed Truth is, real talk, I'm not enough I can't be myself 'cause I'm not my own LA, Atlanta ain't my home I belong to the King who gave His life And everyday might be my last night So I stand up, shoulders back With confidence I tell the world that Never gonna be as good as we think So raise a voice and be... I'm a free bird, I don't march to a drum But Your heart is the kick and I'm only the reverb So whatever You say, I'm Your echo effect I'm Your echo, I'm Your reverb