Somethin Wrong In Heaven

(album: While We're Here - 2022)

I could find something wrong in heaven, baby
Oooh I swear something wrong with me
I could find something wrong in heaven, baby
But what I got to show for this honesty?
Might be the shit I'm on forever baby
Would you still want hold me down?
She said "I seen you be right, wanna see you be happy"
What if I don't know how?

What happens when you get to the top and it ain't what you thought?
And you cross all your t's and your i's all got dots?
And the dots in your eyes getting small from fatigue?
And they try call you out but they dilate?
That's my current mind state in a time where times great
Shit, I be tryin make my prime wait
I got this fear about fearing that I fear about fear
And I got feelings 'bout feelings
I be ceiling-ass ceiling
I be Sherlock Holmes of the stresses
I find all of them shits, girl I'm extra
I could find the one cloud when it's sunny
I could feel broke in a pile of money
Tryin convince myself shit why I talk a lot
Shit, I could bring sand to the beach and then stand in the parking lot and not even go in
Take dips of positivity but gotta be thrown in like

I could find something wrong in heaven, baby
Oooh I swear something wrong with me
I could find something wrong in heaven, baby
But what I got to show for this honesty?
Might be the shit I'm on forever baby
Would you still want hold me down?
She said "I seen you be right, wanna see you be happy"
What if I don't know how?

I don't know that it's gon' get better, will I get it over time?
They be so negative these sentiments of mine
Know it seem I'm winning, it's my element to shine
But it don't always look the same inside as it is outdoors
In the midst of clout warfare
Tryna make 'em feel me where they don't anymore care
And been having recent success, almost as scary as failure to me
What if I still stress the people that's caring for me out?
Until they make their way out
And I'm standing in sun covered in rubble from the bubble of my grey doubt
And they waiting on emotional payouts
For standing by me all these years when I would stay pouting
How much have I earned with my good traits?
I be pointing out the bad but in good faith
I been trying tell me that I'd be happier happy
Make the darkness occasional, the content everlasting
This the type of beat that make me want talk in cliches
Make me want turn my phone off for three days
Make me wish that all my dues were just pre-paid
Make 'em go through like five people to get to me
Let all my messages be relayed relays
On vacay eating til my thoughts vacate
So I think I could turn off for a few
But if I never lose this frown shit, will I have lost you?