L.A Elevate

Yeah, yeah, for all the K's, yeah

I overdose the thought of me making it out

Of me seeing through the dark I'm just a lonely lad with no idea where to

start

But I got so much pain in my heart

I'ma turn it into art

With so much of the past I can't drop

So I strive for greatness in a different way to avoid a flop

Look at my jersey hanging in the rafter Still, that's a later talk for a later date

and later chapter

Perhaps I speak these words like a pastor