Melodic Therapy

Part I
[Intro]
Hey, turn the lights off, real quick
Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in the air
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
You got to feel the air
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
You just got to feel the air
[Verse]
It's been a minute since I talked to God
Wonderin' how I'm gon' beat these odds
Why let depression put a lock on life
When I know faith is the key to survive?
It's been crazy in my momma side
But it's the same thing on my father side
And Lord knows that took a piece of mind
And these days peace is way too hard to find
Oh, I, I-I
[Chorus]
Gotta keep on grindin', I gotta keep on grindin'
Gotta keep on climb, I gotta keep on climbin'
Sometimes I laugh, just to keep from cryin'
Sometimes I drink, just to ease my mind
Gave out all my love, gotta resupply
Hard to trust the world whеn niggas keep on dyin'
I just hurt in silence, I stay fightin', proud
Rather hurt in privatе, than on somebody line
[Bridge]
Oh, my father fly high (My father keep flyin' right now)
Fly, above the sky (So high, so high)
(And peace enters my mind) My mind, my mind
Oh, my grandma fly (My grandma is flyin')
Fly, above the sky (So high, so high)
(And peace enters my mind) My mind, my mind
Oh I, oh I
[Chorus]
Gotta keep on grindin', I gotta keep on grindin'
Gotta keep on climb, I gotta keep on climbin'
Sometimes I laugh (Sometimes), just to keep from cryin' (Oh, oh)
Sometimes I drink, just to ease my mind
Gave out all my love (Gave it all), gotta resupply
Hard to trust the world (The world) when niggas keep on dyin'
I just hurt in silence, I stay fightin', proud
Rather hurt in private, than on somebody line
[Outro]
(Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can feel it, I can feel it (Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can feel it in the air, oh my God
In the air (Woah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) (Melodic therapy, woah)
If it's one thing I know for sure (Melodic therapy, woah)
Is givin' up has never been an option (Melodic therapy, woah)
And givin' up will never be an option (Melodic therapy, woah)
And givin' up will never be an option (Melodic therapy, woah)
You see you gotta keep goin' (Melodic therapy, woah)
No matter what, you gotta keep pushin' (Melodic therapy, woah)
You see 'cause life happens to us all, it's about how you bounce back (Melodic therapy, woah)
They told me to describe myself in one word (Melodic therapy, woah)
I told 'em, "Resilience"
Resilience
Resilience is a noun and the first definition
Is the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties
Part II
[Intro]
334, Alabama (I got that [?] and I'ma lay it right here)
Melodic, melodic
Melodic, melodic
Melodic, therapy for the broken
[Verse]
Yeah, Alabama goin' up, I finally got my time
And I ain't lettin' up for nobody
This serious, I signed my name on the dotted line
And I got plans to feed everybody
I'm one man, I can't be on everybody time
I'm one man, I can't please everybody
I'm one man, I can't be on everybody line
They callin' but can't seem to get me on the line
On airplane mode, I'm in the sky on Delta Airlines, I be dead tired
Put the headphones on a catch a vibe, a nigga done start writin'
Gotta work, gotta meet the project deadline
Gotta work, next time a nigga fly, it gotta be private
Gotta call papa, gotta keep my spirit right
Gotta call my papa, I swear somethin' ain't feelin' right
And he probably gon' say how I'm not livin' right
'Cause he say I'm prophet, but I gotta put in the time
They say, "Moo, how you do it?", I just say what's on my mind
Growin' up how I grew up, swear all a nigga know is grind
My momma worked two jobs, but she kept the chicken fried
My momma worked two jobs, and we were barely gettin' by
And she couldn't get us everything we want but she would try
When you asked, you could guess the reply
Do you want this and that or the lights?
It's automatic, it's the lights every time
Now put a finger in the sky for hard times
And leave 'em up if you know bout them long nights
I mean many nights, on that henny ice
Ain't dealin' that pain, so your heart ain't healin' right
You carryin' this weight, it weigh heavy on your mind (Mind)
And I know that the liquor won't heal me (I know when I tried)
And I know that the real niggas feel me
Nobody know the real me like these walls
If these walls could talk, what would they say? (Hey, hey, yeah)
They'd probably tell you my pain
I been workin' hard, ooh-woah, ooh-woah
I could never go, ooh-woah
Back to the old days
And I can't even lie this is my gift, this is my purpose, I'm here