Bedroom on Brown Street Lyrics

It seems the Devils working overtime, gotta put the grind in overdrive

Swear I'll make it fine

I count my blessings you ain't stopping mine

Fix your face unless it's by design then we can press rewind

And take a back another place in time

Before the light of Christ forever shined

I was a different kind.

With a different way of thinking you can't undermine

I draw it out no underline I don't fumble lines

Some say I could've been the goat but my humble minds

Forever thankful for the lamb in my troubled times

In the land of the lost there's a hundred signs

Pointed in the wrong direction for so many miles

Kind of hard to stay the course if the road designed

Always changes so just bear in mind

Sometimes a quick detour can make you realign and reconsider what you leave behind

Gotta stand in the valley 'fore you start the climb

And that mountain is a slow incline take ya time

We survived over here yeah we doing fine

No regrets from the deals that we didn't sign

No complaints over here you won't hear us whine

Still throwing salt on my name I can hear malign

If you got it on ya mind you can hit my line

And we can handle by what gets assigned anytime

Just know I came up letting that pen handle mine with rhymes

Still ain't forgot how to pitch a line don't get entwined

Everything is on the up & up like alpestrine

And I'm feeling recharged like an alkaline

Somebody said I fell off that's just asinine

Matter of fact I'm simply passing time

Trying to make lemonade out of lemon limes

Trying to keep the lemon lames out of me and mines

Give my worries to the Lord now you seeing why

So I don't have to act undignified anytime

Don't be confused by streams and links

Or the YouTube and views you can get extinct

These conversations with the shrink, really make you think

It can all change in a blink don't even wink

Especially when you're standing on the brink

And you trying work the kinks until you get it all in sync

Coming live from the bedroom off on Brown Street where the dream became reality

My stepdad in the bedroom lighting up the green

And my mommas in the kitchen yelling at me

Getting lost in the music let my soul speak

With each stroke as my pen leaks

I'm painting pictures with these words so your eye think

No need to cry over spilled ink