Only holdin' up I do is my end of the bargain Only beggin' that I do is me beggin' your pardon Only tryin' that I do is me tryin' the hardest Only problems I do are math problems with profit Only lyin' I do is lyin' out in the tropics Only cryin' I do is cryin' from laughin' 'bout it Only lackin' I can do is my lack of responses Only rest that I do is "Where the rest of my commas?" Still I rise, Maya Angelou vibes When life comin' at you from all angles and sides And they don't wanna see that you smilin' from inside It really boils down to how you plan to survive Love certain ones but never get attached to 'em Give 'em nice things, but what's that to 'em? Especially when another girl I flew in is flickin' up in my bathroom And they recognize the bathroom All hell starts to break loose in my texts I only tell lies to who I gotta protect I would rather have you remember me how we met I would rather lose my leg than lose their respect But that'll never happen the way I'm watchin' my step That ain't what I'm 'bout I'm in control of my destiny, never in doubt If I can't make it with you, I'll make it without They say take the good with the bad, I'll take it without Houston women I wine-and-dine and take to the house My moral compass is janky, it breaks in the south Is there more to life than digits and bankin' accounts? Is there more to life than sayin' I figured it out? Is there more? Yeah Sweeter the berry, the blacker the juice The boy is back in the booth, ready to tap into truth Too many lyrics 'bout houses and loot Too many Walt Disney characters, mouses and goofs I mean you know I love a challenge, but challenged by who? I'll let you bring a thousand recruits My peers are a talented group But even if you take all their statistics and carry the two Even if you rounded up the numbers and rounded the troops There's still nothin' they could really do It's too bad reality checks don't cover the balances due Whenever it's time to recoup Yeah, soon as this album drop I'm out of the deal In the house playin' D'Angelo, "How Does It Feel?" I got a fear of havin' things on my mind when I die What you got, time on your hands or time on your side? Is there any sense in doin' these songs when I'm high? Is there more to life than goin' on trips to Dubai? Yachts on 4th of July, G5 soarin' the skies Is there more to life than all of these corporate ties And all of these fortunate times And all of these asses that never come in proportionate size? Am I missin' somethin' that's more important to find? Like healin' my soul, like family time Is there more to life than just when I'm feelin' alive? Is there more? Passion, instant Sweat beads, feel me (feel me) Cupid's shot me My heartbeat's racing (my heartbeat's racing) Tempt me, drive me (tempt me) It feels so exciting Thought of highly (highly) It's yours entirely I'll be, I'll be more than a lover More than a woman More than a lover for you