Off My Chest

Used to stare at the ceiling

Phone off, same clothes, same feeling

Didn’t wanna wake, so I slept through the day

Heart heavy like a bill I could never go pay

Mama call, I’d let it just ring

Said “I’m fine,” I ain’t feel a damn thing

Prayed once, then I put it on the shelf

Tried running from the world, really running from myself

Now I’m up, got the weight off my chest (off my chest)

Still scarred, but I’m using what’s left (what’s left)

Had days I was drowning in my head

Now I grind like I’m saving who I was from the dead

Yeah, I’m up, got the pain in a press (in a press)

Turned stress into fuel, nothing less

Had nights I was begging just to rest

Now I’m wide awake, and I’m running up a check

Still got thoughts, but they don’t run me

Used to hate life, now the hate feel funny

Cut a few ties, had to give me room

Sun hit different when you walk from the tomb

Talk to God now, not just when I’m shattered

Therapy chair, pour it all, let it splatter

Homies said “change,” I ain’t think I could do it

Now they hit my line for the map through the ruins (yeah)

Now I’m up, got the weight off my chest (off my chest)

Still scarred, but I’m using what’s left (what’s left)

Had days I was drowning in my head

Now I grind like I’m saving who I was from the dead

Yeah, I’m up, got the pain in a press (pain in a press)

Turned stress into fuel, nothing less

Had nights I was begging just to rest

Now I’m wide awake, and I’m running up a check (let’s go)