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Tryna find where my heart is Why is there so much darkness

They wish that I would just fade into blackness They ain't know that I'm a glow regardless

Enter the mind of an artist Most of us usually way too emotional

Might be a sinner, but I'm still the son of the Lord

Heaven said it's non-negotiable Demeanor is too unapproachable

I can see straight through what people pretend to be

Me, I'm the purest of pedigree We are not enemies because you envy me

Nah, I should make a documentary We either all in or fall out

Going through hell in gasoline draws A lot of y'all know what I'm talking about

Too blessed to be stressed, hell I'm too stressed to be blessed, well