[Verse 1]
I used to stress myself to sleep, tryna catch or grab success
Now I fight to leave this struggle 'til the veins pop out my neck
From me screamin' at this microphone to get shit off my chest (Yeah)
But at the time I couldn't flow and almost nobody had my back
Except my mama and she told me, "Don't ever give up havin' hope" (I won't)
You can be a royal king if bein' a king is what you want (I will)
So I soak my skin in ink on how I feel and inspiration
And I catch a couple Zs and I emerge to make a statement
[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls in the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin'
After the white church is shakin' and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open red velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin' dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I'll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I went to sleep in a broke down Ford with a cracked windshield and barely any money
Now I catch hell from these folks for turning my life around and makin' myself somethin'
But I ain't feeling bad, no not one bit, if you ain't helpin' yourself I don't wanna hear shit
'Cause I didn't have help in Music City, I'm a high school dropout, didn't even finish
No GED, no damn degree, now I'm talkin' to folks with perfect GPA's
Askin' me about choices they gotta make with my voice on Rolling Stone magazine
'Cause my face is a image of a genre across this road in all these American streets
And it freaks me out 'til I pinch my skin just to make sure that this ain't a dream
I used to stress myself to sleep, tryna catch or grab success
Now I fight to leave this struggle 'til the veins pop out my neck
From me screamin' at this microphone to get shit off my chest (Yeah)
But at the time I couldn't flow and almost nobody had my back
Except my mama and she told me, "Don't ever give up havin' hope" (I won't)
You can be a royal king if bein' a king is what you want (I will)
So I soak my skin in ink on how I feel and inspiration
And I catch a couple Zs and I emerge to make a statement
[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls in the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin'
After the white church is shakin' and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open red velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin' dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I'll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin'
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I went to sleep in a broke down Ford with a cracked windshield and barely any money
Now I catch hell from these folks for turning my life around and makin' myself somethin'
But I ain't feeling bad, no not one bit, if you ain't helpin' yourself I don't wanna hear shit
'Cause I didn't have help in Music City, I'm a high school dropout, didn't even finish
No GED, no damn degree, now I'm talkin' to folks with perfect GPA's
Askin' me about choices they gotta make with my voice on Rolling Stone magazine
'Cause my face is a image of a genre across this road in all these American streets
And it freaks me out 'til I pinch my skin just to make sure that this ain't a dream
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