Weary (Travels) ft. Binfolk Lyrics

I took broken hearts & tragedy

Turned them into works of art

A gallery, full of results

When the path was haphazardly

For my Brothers I'd blast happily

I hope Isaiah/Izaiah know he half of me

I asked god what the fuck is going on

With what he handed me

He said a plan for me

I said fuck that

Past the heavens what I plan to reach

All I had to do was plant the seed

I dropped the J from my name

But I could never drop the weed

Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me

Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me

Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to me

Roll it up, spark that shit & pass to

They tryna tell me truth, pay tides

Like how the pastor be

Like two truths on each side make one lie

Take heed of how the answers be misconstrued

Sometimes catastrophes the interlude

I get through and that's the proof of my mastery

I was always who I had to be

Shoutout my baby, not day where she's not gassin me

And when I end up wrong she never lashed at me

Pretty simple but I swear I got a past to me

Type of shit that almost brought the last of me

I had my back against the wall

The world up on my back

But developed no no astrophy

I kept it moving on the path I lead

I never plan to leap

But if I do it's out of faith someones catching me

That's the Downfall