State of Grace freestyle by The Nov (USA) Lyrics
[Verse 1: The Nov]
Am I lost or am I found?
I have clearer thoughts when sippin brown
My mistakes have made me Mister Perfect
Gaining popularity, still introverted...
So...in a crowded room I feel alone
A refugee, even when I'm in my home
Gone til November, then back out in December
Professor on an island with a Mary Ann and Ginger
One is love...one is lust...neither do I trust
Stolen hearts play the fence, but the choice is still a must
The tipping of the scales, thinking justice should prevail
But the brights sides on her blind side so that goes beyond the pale
And I know that I'm a gem...that's the way I should shine
But everything I could find's dark as Bokeem Woodbine
Tryna keep my head like I'm Cleon in the jungle
Or I'm Omar in The Program where I learn not to fumble
I'm standin on my own two, even if I stumble
At times yes I've been humbled
Ain't ever make me mumble
I find no need to grumble cause I have no need to crumble
Everything's over the top...I'll win this Royal Rumble
I'm wrestling with uncertainty, with doubts I grapple
Will the apple of my eye find the eye inside the apple
Defenseless in the garden, these Eves are so naive
And niggas do what bitches do so who's gone take the lead?
Help me
[Hook/Outro: Abby Dodson]
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to the grace
Am I lost or am I found?
I have clearer thoughts when sippin brown
My mistakes have made me Mister Perfect
Gaining popularity, still introverted...
So...in a crowded room I feel alone
A refugee, even when I'm in my home
Gone til November, then back out in December
Professor on an island with a Mary Ann and Ginger
One is love...one is lust...neither do I trust
Stolen hearts play the fence, but the choice is still a must
The tipping of the scales, thinking justice should prevail
But the brights sides on her blind side so that goes beyond the pale
And I know that I'm a gem...that's the way I should shine
But everything I could find's dark as Bokeem Woodbine
Tryna keep my head like I'm Cleon in the jungle
Or I'm Omar in The Program where I learn not to fumble
I'm standin on my own two, even if I stumble
At times yes I've been humbled
Ain't ever make me mumble
I find no need to grumble cause I have no need to crumble
Everything's over the top...I'll win this Royal Rumble
I'm wrestling with uncertainty, with doubts I grapple
Will the apple of my eye find the eye inside the apple
Defenseless in the garden, these Eves are so naive
And niggas do what bitches do so who's gone take the lead?
Help me
[Hook/Outro: Abby Dodson]
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your weight
Pull me to the grace