Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these chains that hold me make me kiss the floor
Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these people tripping watch em kiss the floor
I been busy tryna make my conscience touch the
Stars for me—no matter who the person feel like
Lovers turn to strangers,
So protect what's in you heart from me—you can't trust these faces
They say crucify, crucify
Can't help loving when you used to lie
Can't help someone with excuses try
Better off speaking that truth to power
Never quite been no socialite
Better off hittin' at an open mic
Tryna hit the winds with the open sail
Don't miss what you lost that's ocean's 12
Don't quote me please, I gotta new filter
Lost the footage, this is a new film crew
Now I see men like walking trees
Wiping off the lens with spit and mud
This different cuh, love lifted us
Son of Man said if I be lifted up
That'll make a man drop altitude
That type faith make a mountain move
That might be my gospel song I'm back up in my younger days
I might find a weapon that can help me in these hunger games
I might hit depression if you tell me I have no control
You might catch a contact at my concert, but I been
Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these chains that hold me make me kiss the floor
Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these people tripping watch em kiss the floor
Lately I been making all these changes it's been hard for me
I see what I want and then sometimes it feel too far
For me—(that's that strong man, strong man, strong man)
Strong man tied up in the house, I'm looking at the floor plan
Only so much time you wait and then you kick the door in
This filet mignon the butcher cooking on the foreman
Been so long since I heard preaching tune up with the organ
This is inventory that's been missing from the store man
Everything I lost, a hundred fold is from the Lord man
Open up the testaments and close it a mature man
All your weapons tapping on my fortress,
I found out I was childish and I needed to admit that
Grown men tend to miss that
Sharpen up my senses, that's that get back
That's that getting right back to it I been chilling Im complacent
This feel like my world I say my
Bad I just kept you waiting, I've been
Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these chains that hold me make me kiss the floor
Giving up all my highs
Giving up on these
Giving up on these people tripping watch em kiss the floor
I can be so critical, I know that the changes start with me
Let me take my process, trust that you don't want no parts of me