Think ya'll need some guidance
Hope your best days end up everyday
Hope your best days end up everyday
Is it weird how every single day feels just like another Saturday
When you work so hard, lose insight of all that you really need
What does the money bring?
Is it not the root to all that is L-I-V-E
Spelled backwards, so I choose the Father cause that's all you really need
We're at war and that's all
I could end song right there, pack all my things up and then leave
But there's more for one to say that still could counter to some things that was not perceived
No, you don't want to get so big that you don't ever see your loved ones again
The ones inspired the melodies and memories, things I'll remember till the end
Well, I'm like 95 and my hair is white as snow in
Colorado or a beach out in Jamaica
With the purest of sands
Or, when I'm told it's my time to go because I've
I've done my earthly duties and my days met their fullest intent