The Nov - State of Grace "freestyle" lyrics

[Verse 1: The Nov] Am I lost or am I found? I have clearer thoughts when sippin brown My mistakes have made me Mister Perfect Gaining popularity, still introverted... So...in a crowded room I feel alone A refugee, even when I'm in my home Gone til November, then back out in December Professor on an island with a Mary Ann and Ginger One is love...one is lust...neither do I trust Stolen hearts play the fence, but the choice is still a must The tipping of the scales, thinking justice should prevail But the brights sides on her blind side so that goes beyond the pale And I know that I'm a gem...that's the way I should shine But everything I could find's dark as Bokeem Woodbine Tryna keep my head like I'm Cleon in the jungle Or I'm Omar in The Program where I learn not to fumble I'm standin on my own two, even if I stumble At times yes I've been humbled Ain't ever make me mumble I find no need to grumble cause I have no need to crumble Everything's over the top...I'll win this Royal Rumble I'm wrestling with uncertainty, with doubts I grapple Will the apple of my eye find the eye inside the apple Defenseless in the garden, these Eves are so naive And n***as do what b**hes do so who's gone take the lead? Help me [Hook/Outro: Abby Dodson] Help me find my way to a state of grace Stir my heart, touch my soul Feed me freedom sounds you made Help me find my way to a state of grace Lift me up with your weight Pull me to the grace