A Saturday Stroll

Yeah, said on and on and on we go

Said on and on and on we go

Yeah, right, check it out, yeah yeah, uh

I used to mow lawns for some neighborhood moms who thought I'm strapping

Did a mission trip in the south and came back with accent

Used to spend my summers at camp, dribbling baskets

Or working VBS at the church for credit in classes

Used to have a letter to put on varsity jackets

For NHS and choir and band, but then I backflipped

Used to sit in grass with some papers in hand, til

Passions had changed to scribbling raps and now papers were filled with grass in 'em

Memories drive back like flash in 'em

Like C. Patt was deep back, catching the kick and running it back with 'em

Used to think the bar was a song mine going platinum

The maximum peak was wrapping to teachers I learned grammar from

Used to think that I was the chosen- now I'm the challenged one

But God knows it's only the weak who he shields battles from

So throw me everything that you got, till the task is done

And I can see the many paths I paved and stroll the happiest one

Yeah, with the Saturday sun still feeling young, like

Said I'm on a Saturday stroll

Said I'm on a Saturday stroll

I don't got nowhere to go, and nowhere to be

Except here, just

Feeling free, being me, look, just being me, like

I used to drip sweat over the small stuff

Now they rock the drip that I sent over, it's all love

Used to write blogs and call clubs

Overthinking feelings from people I haven't thought of in centuries

Used to just ratings on how they mentioned me, but

Now I could ratio my Twitter mentions independently, darlin'

Pencil me charming and pensive and calm

Collected and reckless, wanting attention and credit, whoever's drawing me

Picked the largest of straws, I pause and talk properly

Well-versed in verses and speaking to your philosophy

Oooo

I'm a tall glass of salt water, get stressed and call father

Two years from shop runner, four more from mall walker

Life's short, but God's got us

And that feels good on a Saturday stroll

Life takes its toll but I live for the moments after

Books are judged by front and back but there's poetry in each chapter, and I'm feeling happier

Thanks for asking, uh

I'm on a Saturday stroll, I don't got nowhere to go

Said I'm on a Saturday stroll

I don't got nowhere to go and nowhere to be

Except here feeling free, just

Being me, look, just being me, look

Fridge stocked with Konas and kombucha

Analogous to how I view today and view my future

One to ride the wave and one to keep myself more neutral

Or well balance, give 'em hell, talents, fam and few friends

That cover up the loose ends, and be there when it suits ya, not suits them

I keep up on the new trends, but stay with what I'm used to

A lap around the Red to give a boost of

Adrenaline in my mood to keep me cool, the kid grew up

Yeah, too fast some say and I agree but

I'm finally feeling free just being me, yeah, just being me, yeah

Said I'm on a Saturday stroll

I don't got nowhere to go and nowhere to be

Except here feeling free, just

Being me, yeah, just being me