[Intro x2: Sampha]

Bear the shame of the incision, all lain cold across the floor
Your heart pounds with precision, a king dies inside his courts
Your heart pounds with precision, a king dies inside these doors

[Verse 1: Roble Regal]

Sometimes all I do is dream
Drown in the feelings they bring
Real life's never like it seems
Wish I knew that at eighteen
Starry eyed, probably ride
With whoever, could weather
Whether or not I had it together
Man, many days were rainy days
Didn't care for an umbrella!
Didn't care for no dilemma!
Live on my life on acapella
Doo wop, doo wop!
Who got 'Who Shot Ya', who got 2Pac?
I used to scream fuck the mainstream
The water's too shallow
The stream's too narrow
My soul's too deep, my mind's too open
I'd crack my skull If I dove in
My flow's too cold it'd get frozen
Choices made in my life made me out to be ... Chosen!
I believe that we're pure
Just caught up in the allure
Louis, Gucci, Couture
Got us all insecure
Life ain't come with no brochure
Just the/a present, couple blessings
Couple problems, couple lessons
Just enough for second guessing
Agh!
[Hook: Sampha]

Mind your tongue inhibition, throw us against the wall
Mistakes of your broke vision, it's harder to let them go
From the orifice of wisdom, my answers don't hear their calls
Laugh and leave with what you know, but the pain won't subside at all

[Verse 2: Roble Regal]

I pour my soul into this ink!
Hope your mind will take a sip
Sit and think, pick and switch
Your mind until you see the difference
Between a saint and sinner [is] just a couple letters
You can't spell 'I' without either
Nobody's perfect, what'd they teach ya?
Fuck your prof, and fuck your preacher
Be yourself, to EACH HIS own
Life's a song who's your feature?
Who's your writer? who produced it?
Who your fans? who received it?
Ain't your teacher or your preacher!
Ain't your mama ain't your boyfriend
Ain't your papa, your n***as neither
It's all you !
Pick yo own melody
Don't be shy
Be you. Life is your song

Promise

[Hook: Sampha]