midnight thoughts (feat. Elijah Zderad)

Deep down I hope these lines cut deeper than a knife But 'til then I'm just a young man fighting for his life Angels speak to people who tell me my future's bright Of all the stories out there, it's mine that I recite Cuz your life is so unique, it has God's copyright His mercy keeps my soul replenished like electrolytes Staring up at the moonlight Making sure all my screws tight The chances are more limited when you only got two dice Regardless, I'mma take my chances See what they gon' land on Cuz I believe that you can make it further than you planned on Cuz since day one I've always worked my tail off I just want to speak my truth I'm sorry if I trail off Music helps me process things whatever I been feeling Music's such a blessing cuz it's brought me so much healing Like the other day I told my crush I liked her, I meant it She told me that she didn't feel the same, but at least I sent it You got to take some chances Put it on the line Even if they're fruitless, at least you know you tried The worst feeling in the world is when you coulda shoulda woulda Cuz then you never know why Had a hard time falling asleep Too much in my head, all rhymes and sheep Roses grow to be picked, hope the next one is me And I won't be dismissed, well, that's mostly in dreams Nightmares chased me, I managed to allude pursuit I'm falling fast, dear God I need a parachute Your will's not clear, and I just don't know what to do I feel so lost, like Where is my super suit? Those around me stuck in materialism It's so surprising with all the lyrics I've written Why can't I pinpoint my own fears? Sometimes God's will is not clear, I've had no spiritual visions Why is it random things eat me alive? I need to stop looking perfect in other people's eyes But then I started to realize You think you're the only one broken? Well, you'd be surprised Jay made millions, Ye made millions But I'm done staying in my feelings I ain't picky with the piece of the pie I've been given And I'm feeling I was meant for the sky not the ceiling World offered me a dream, and it was so bland My bucket hat pristine, looking like Gilligan I know that this is just how it's supposed to be I thank God the neighbor girl noticed me