I'm 'bout to break the mold
Be worth my weight in gold
Right now I'm feeling low
And got no place to go
These dreams is all I know
I'm hotter than a stove
But I ain’t feeling whole
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, repair me
I be feeling I, am an OutKast like Aquemini
My life a cinema, talk to God, right now it’s him and I
Out here finding my way, I been feeling some way
Out here trying, out here grinding all day but it’s OK
That’s how it go, take life as you go, that’s them highs and lows
Take my pain, write it on a pad, perform it at a show
And the crowd, they don’t know my name, will they ever know?
I don’t care. This little light of mine. I’m a let it glow
Let it show, watched them count me out, made them count me in
Time after time had to take these losses,
I’m due for a win
Talk to God, he know I ain’t not perfect
Forgive me for my sins
Feelings hurting, and my heart is broken, it’s far from the end
Lord, repair me
I’m ready for my challenge, it don’t scare me
Independent like li'l Boosie and Webbie
When I’m done, they gonna be dropping confetti
Lord, prepare me
I'm 'bout to brake the mold
Be worth my weight in gold
Right now I'm feeling low, and got no place to go
These dreams is all I know
Im hotter than a stove
But I ain’t feeling whole
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, repair me
They want to take what’s mines
I won’t conform for any dollar signs
I chose to grind
They sold their soul, put it on dotted line
I took my time, knew it would get me further down the line
I chose to rhyme, I stood tall, my family proud of my accomplishments
Hope that when they hear me they hear confidence
Hustle hard, nothing's overnight, all this time we spent
All the friends we lost, you want success, just know it comes with cost
Getting paid like a holiday, just know we’re taking off
Just keep pushing hard, I know life ain’t easy
I go through it too, trust me, please believe me
Competition, they can’t see me like they Stevie
Talk to God, please repair me, can you free me?
Im 'bout to break the mold
Be worth my weight in gold
Right now I'm feeling low, and got no place to go
These dreams is all I know
I'm hotter than a stove
But I ain’t feeling whole
Lord, repair me, yeah, yeah, yeah
