Full-time Banquet Boy Freestyle Lyrics

Are we gonna hit the pinnacle

Don't be so cynical

I feel invincible

Christ at the centerfold

Your momma don't like rap

My momma still feel it though

Laptop in the backseat, what do I call that

Portable kitchen

Cooking anywhere that I go, let the praise overflow

Whether it's melody or flow, let Him be lifted

You breathe life into these bones

Even your enemies all know who should be sitting on that throne

Don't dismiss it

Got one life, I'm tryna live it

Treat me like Taylor, God

Please let me finish

I've seen the take-aways and I've seen you give it

So I don't know what to expect

I know I have a lot, I know you gave it to me

Don't wanna ask a lot, but I wanna make it to be

Old enough to do the mission that you made for me

I read Job, please God, don't take it from me

I turn the booth into a sweatlodge

I've been in my head lots

Deconstructing everything, I might hit bedrock

Wedding in a few months, Imma make the

Ayo, don't finish that line

Imma make the

Okay

Somebody better put me on

The way I'm better at making these songs

The way top ten ain't topping me

You owe everyone an apology

I don't wanna make it a competition

But why you got a platform with no message

Talking a lot but I'm not impressed

Let me get a few things off my chest

I'm 21, full-time, and I'm working at the banquets

And it's work when I get home, that's the curse of a creative

And my mind's playing tricks

Is this a weighted blanket

I know how to get me numb, but I can't alleviate it

This fix don't fix me

This is getting risky

Pandora's box might open if I'm open

So I'm coping and I'm coasting

And I'm hoping that you don't hold this against me

And then my friend's speak

Like "how much did the cross cover?"

"These bigots on the gram got you buggered"

I know two things

God's gonna judge all the judgers

And the only ones who told me that I suck are suckers