Short Stories Lyrics

I'm not common, I got songs that I'm not droppin' I got a lot of em, all poppin', I got options

They top-notch and I haven't dropped cause I'm out shoppin

I'm compilin', high-stockin', I'm John Stockton I'm high-stockin', I'm not Joshin my own timin' Is when I'm droppin', I got an ocean, I'm

Poseidon Was so silent for so long, so I'm not stoppin, It's my time and I won't sign for the dot-commas.

I dropped mental health, the end of 2021, it's 2024 now I got some things to say. Get your notebooks out, this bout to be

a sermon full of stories with a couple bullet points and takeaways

I rapped so many hours, I've been tryin' to dodge these shows

My passion didn't shift, I just think differently, that's how it goes

Most the time they want me spittin' verses for the free

But I don't care about the stage when I'm hangin' with family

Churches tell me get on stage and give them praises

That's my payment, I'm so angry cause a worker worth his wages

I'm so anxious when they compliment my gift

I make these sound waves to help encourage lonely kids that were like me

Growing' up, creative in the mind but never showin' up

The ones that wanna hide because they insecure are blowin' up

The ones that know a lot but then give off like they don't know enough

You ever been yelled at for being wrong? I know you have, you're who I make this music for Adolescent insecurities come out in

truest form when you're adulting I know some things are haunting

But you gotta keep it moving His grace covers you like awnings

I'm not here to please nobody I'm here to seek somebody, While I reach the rowdy Keep the peace between The Body

We wanna reach the least But we too proud to cross the street

We meet and greet We need to leave the lobby

Consequently, I'm not relenting You cannot change your gender

You are not the center of attention Stop pretending

I know a lot is trending But you got a God that loves you

He's above you and you're not submitting. A lot's offensive if we believe we some gods

Our attention set by our perspective leads us lost, What's the cost of following the one who made you

If you don't believe, then yes, indeed, no one can save you

We so brittle, we so frail We don't need nobody help

We so evil inside self Yeah, I'm talkin' about me

Flippin' coins, yeah, it cost me a G Flippin' c... right by the water, yeah, I lost em at sea.

Christ is comin' back He know just who he summonin

That's the first song I ever made I was a youngin' then

I was troublin' But now I trust the Son of Man

I made some short stories for you Did it for the love of it