Kaepernick Energy

Woke up in a cold sweat
Difference is, I'm so blessed
This year I feel no stress
Previous year was hopeless
Life felt like a Soap Op
Had to discipline like Joseph
Now, it's picture perfect, no crop
Or at least now, I see the whole perspective

Fan on my forehead
Hello, good morning
What's good about it? you say
Take off the door hinges
Woke in a cold sweat
Legs hit the floor then I pray

Fan on my forehead
Hello, good morning
What's good about it? you say
Take off the door hinges
Woke in a cold sweat
Legs hit the floor then I pray

I like this one too, they all
Both unique
Let's look at it again
She gon' love that ring
That's pretty, It looks like a
Princess or a Queen ring

Proposed to my lady late in December
Days later, released this album
Said that's that Kaepernick energy
Bended Knee, Boyz II Men
I'm 21, voices creep
Whispers that I'm much too young to be out, son
By out, I mean out the game
Most do say that you gon' hurry back
Any dreams? Said you can bury that
Get a ring? And it's no turning back, Bernie Mac
Was on the night you fell asleep on a video call
Same night we got in an argument
Over the pitch which I talk
And earlier that day
I spoke to God about commitment and laws
Which make relationships certified
Curly fry crumbs in yo' car
Curly hair clumped in my sink
That joint sound really like love
Ignoring the tongues in these streets
That joint sound really like us

Fan on my forehead
Hello, good morning
What's good about it you say
Take off the door hinges
Woke in a cold sweat
Legs hit the floor then I pray

Fan on my forehead
Hello, good morning
What's good about it you say
Take off the door hinges
Woke in a cold sweat
Legs hit the floor then I pray

Live for adjustment not just for comfort
Last summer had left me sunburnt
Metaphor for the heat I was under
Predators get to eat while my hunger
Goes unsatisfied yet another 365 and I wonder
Don't worry that line don't follow up with a Stevie reference
Metaphor how life be
No tellin' what's next and I see, I lied
The least expected news have you
Singin' blues while you dry cleanin' suits
To attend friend's funerals
Life's a movie, Spike Lee
Sometimes, I pray my scenes
Got more sequels than Star Trek, I bleed
Inside to know my thinkin' was
So selfish to the point
I was eye deep in ignorance
To the point it blinded me
This ain't no verse that's gon' hype me
This ain't no verse that's gon' wipe me
Clean of all my reasons why
I'm leavin' all of my white tee's in the dirty laundry
Metaphor for the shiny things
So focused on a deal to the point that
I forgot the tiny things like dinners
Affirmative words that lift her
Outwards I faked perspectives
Down deep my Logic was inwards
Quite ignorant like the N word
Y'all not hearin' me
Similar to Big Bird
Became a puppet for entertainment
I painted this picture out
Just to say that a spouse much better
Than any reward from this earth
You my Mother Nature

Nothing on this earth could tell me
That we wasn't made for each other
God didn't put us together for no reason

Fan on my forehead
Hello, good morning
What's good about it? you say
Take off the door hinges
Woke in a cold sweat
Legs hit the floor then I pray