47 Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Tell me what it is

What's holding you back?

Is it all the fear

Under the mask? (Yeah)

I been working through some problems

Trauma and anxiety

I follow my guidance

At least put it in neutral you in park

Top of a hill wasting potential

Meditate clear my mental meditate

Some people fly too close to the sun ego

Some people walk away right before they can run not me tho (yeah right)

Tell me what it is

What's holding you back?

Is it all the fear

Under the mask? (Yeah)

I I might be on some 47 shit angel messages

Wide eyes on me I know I ain't innocent

But I'm heaven sent

I just feel like I spent my whole life sleepwalking

A shell of who I was supposed to be

And now I'm awake

Time to rock out

Gearing up for a run on the big stage

Let it all out

Got these songs in my ribcage

All this pain in my ribcage

Turn it into money in a briefcase

I'm a head case

I'm a sensei

I'm a jefe

Palms itching (my palms itching)

Palms itching yeah

I I might be on some 47 shit angel messages

Wide eyes on me I know I ain't innocent

But I'm heaven sent

I I might be on some 47 shit angel messages

Wide eyes on me I know I ain't innocent

But I'm heaven sent

And nothing last forever ever

Get past all that weather for the better

And nothing last forever ever

Get past all that weather for the better