Off the Couch

Alarm still ringin'

I hit snooze twice

Group chat pingin'

"Yo, you livin' life?"

Crumbs on the counter

Rent due Monday

I’m scrollin’ through a stranger

Buyin’ jets on a Sunday

Same sweatpants

Same old doubt

Mom on my phone like

"Baby, map a route"

Fridge light on

But the shelf look bare

So I write one bar

Turn it into a prayer

I came up off the couch

Turned my doubts into a sound (yeah)

Had my back to the wall

Now the whole room spin around (spin around)

If they ask where I’m from

Say the side they count out

I was quiet in the crowd

Now they chant my name loud (hey!)

Late bus home

Face in the glass

Whole day heavy

But it still flew past

Boss talk big

About "team" and "grind"

Never said thank you

Never read my mind

So I stash my rage

In a cheap notebook

Turn pain to a page

Gave the hurt that hook

Every missed call

Every tight bank account

Got me steppin’ to the mic

With a whole new amount

I came up off the couch

Turned my doubts into a sound (oh yeah)

Had my back to the wall

Now the whole room spin around (spin around)

If they ask where I’m from

Say the side they count out

I was quiet in the crowd

Now they chant my name loud (loud, loud)