To Whom It May Concern by Witt Lowry Lyrics

[Verse]
To whom it may concern
This is the realest note I ever wrote, sittin' in my room
All I got left to my name are some scribbles on a page
I've been losin' track of days—is it Monday? Sunday?
Well, one day I hope they label me as "The greatest"
And this right here is built on blood, sweat, and dried tears
See, I've been searching through my soul while I battle through fears
I wipe my eyes from the tears, now my vision is clear
If y'all been looking for a savior, your savior is here