VERSE ONE
I've been meaning to address this/
It's weird- I been avoiding my checklist/
Cause I almost went breathless/
When you were joking bout looking for an exit/
And if I can be honest, I wasn't planning on making this awkward/
But awkward is becoming my mantra/
I'm tryna see what you can't conquer/
What's the deal? I'm not afraid of how you feel/
If it's pitch black, baby let's make a deal/
I can handle your light work/
Cause I'm about to pull up on the grass of all that trauma/
And I'm praying to get your block hot/
It might hurt like hell but I wish hell would come for you/
Throw this hair up in a top knot/

HOOK
Ooh, oooh, you too cute/
Dealing with this junk all by yourself, now baby that true blue/
But how bout this/
How bout you pop out like hot grits/
And Loosen up yo jaw on this/
So we can open up just a lil bit/ n
Now know- I know, you good sis/
But imagine what it'd be like if you gon and let me help you get through this/
Cause it bless me to bless you- whoo Lord baby, God bless you!/
If it’s hard to walk this thang out, imma make another beat for you to step to/

VERSE TWO
First of all, it ain’t never been out of my way to come and see about ya/
Swallowing tears when you know God is trying to bring the sea up out ya/
I’m looking for you when you don’t show/
Cooking even if you ain’t booking for no stove/
(ah jeez, Rick) anxiety got you portal jumping in foxholes/
And watering flowers that won’t grow/
But I know your garden go harder than any part of the problem/
And it’s embarrassing that we can’t even water the fallen/
Cause they been weeded out or heated out or dead at the bottom/ but I can see’em hanging out the back/
Tryna pretend that your demons ain’t the reason that you overpacked/
Ain’t nobody judging you today girl/
Tell your depression to knuckle up and come and kiss this fade like/
HOOK

(VOICE OF NNEKA)
But I think, being faced with the fact that, like, someone can see every detail of who you are and still not want to give up on you. Like, I see exactly who you are in this very moment, what you're doing- and you see me seeing you

BRIDGE
Girl gon’ wicho bad self/
But don’t work it to the bone if you got help/
Now pick it up, gon' put it right there/
You trippin if you think your loneliness will fight fair/
And that coping mechanism is a flight fare/
To the courtside seats of a nightmare/
I promise that the reaper don't even want it/
With a solid opponent who can call a homie that might care/

And that friend is me, my n***a/

(REPEAT 2x)
And I mean that- death where is your sting at/
We was watching when that resurrection flipped your weave back/

HOOK
Now know- I know, you good sis/
But imagine what it'd be like if you gon and let me help you get through this/
Cause it bless me to bless you- whoo Lord baby, God bless you!/
If it’s hard to walk this thang out, imma make another beat for you to step to/