Right Left

Right, left, right, left

Right, left, right, left

Right, right

I think of the days I'm all in my head and I ain't got nowhere to run

I think of the people that look at me funny like there's always something to judge like

I pray to my Papa, he up in the clouds where they don't got nothing but love

I wish I was one in the same, you play with my feelings, you finna get all of my grudge like

I do what I does, I'm showing my face, I really don't see all the rest

I know that tomorrow might never be promised to me, couldn't care any less like

One way or another, I promise that everybody gon' be feelin' my breath