Know you're tryna get away
So you pop pills until you
Feel like it's still yesterday
You got your hands all tied up
Trying not to lose the faith
How do you know what is real?
Make sure you check on yourself
Try to make room for the good days
I know you get overwhelmed
Got to make room for the good things
But I don't
Tryna live the dream, but forgot what I wrote
The highs and the lows, as they come and they go
And it's kinda bitter sweet
Cause I know what I know
It's not what I want, cause that's what I know
Keep my head on a swivel everywhere that I go
Flick a coin in the well hoping I can get homе
Took a moment to myself, needed to bе alone
But it didn't last long, it never lasts long
I roll up and smoke this weed for hours
I done, done somethings that I'm not proud of
Momma calling, phone is ringing louder
I think that I need it but I doubt it
How can I be clouded when the blessings coming in?
How do I get around it when those feelings come again?
They say peace takes practice, but you gotta let it in
Perfection is perception, so I hope you listen in
Make sure you check on yourself
Try to make room for the good days
I know you get overwhelmed
Got to make room for the good things
I know you're tryna get away
So you pop pills until you
Feel like it's still yesterday
You got your hands all tied up
Trying not to lose the faith
How do you know what is real?
Make room, for the good things
Make room (make room)
For the good-
Make room (make room)
For the good things
Make room, for the good
Baby, drop it
You don't need it
Better off with empty pockets
Dreaming, nobody said the world would be easy
Fall off, get up, repeat it
That's just the world
Make room for what's underneath it (ahhh)
(Ahhh)
(Ahhh)