Leap of Faith

Never been the type to love a 9 to 5

It’s all a lie, won’t catch me working ‘til I’m 95

From the 9 with the drive like I’m on the 5

Swerve to the left lane, left lames over on the side

My Left brain’s steady planning it out

While the right’s in my feels, creating music and doubt

I don’t think, would rather speak what comes out of my mouth

Is this for y’all? Or am I just here for myself?

On God, i feel stagnant,

stay feeling, it won’t happen,

I, need medals, to draw closer

Like, a magnet