As if the birds don't chirp
As if a trillion nerves don't work in the human boy
Who would I be?
Without the creator of this theater beside me to gently guide me?
Somedays I wonder if I need to pick a different hobby
I'm deeping in this rapper
It's all nigga know
I never did nothing better, it's hard to let it go
But like a father, watching his daughter, walk down the altar,
with tears in his eyes, you gotta let her grow