First Steps Video (MV)

You got my head in my hands
Baby
Lord dun laugh at my plans

Back in my way
Weight up in the sand
Wind blowing the footsteps
Can't tell if I stand
Nothing to say
These writings be damned
Mistakes I make
That His mercy demands
But

Baby
You got my head in my hands

Really done all I can

Now you bout them
Surface level revels
Dancing with the devil

I know you ain't see his horns
Don't act like
You ain't been warned
I know You're eyes worn down

Skipping like a pebble
I was tryina give you a crown

No thrones here
None that ain't gone like blue skys
By storm clouds

Your blue eyes
In the background

I'd take a hit to ease me down
But I'd rather be throwing punches
Used to wake up when lunch is
Past those discussions
Ain't tryna be no clown
Coming down
Hit my hand so hard
Needa check the concussion

But it ain't nothin
Oh

Baby
You got my head in my hands

Lord dun laugh at my plans

Back in my way
Weight up in the sands
Wind blowing so hard
No footsteps where I am
Like I fell out the sky
Little faith in this pan
Nothing to say
These writings be damned
Mistakes I've made
That His mercy demands

As my hands shake
Meeting a newer man
With the same old face
Maybe better plans
Less light in his eyes
Some time will charge them again

It's just takes some faith you know

If there's good then we can ever grow
Heart struck
But never stuck where I am
It ain't all dumb luck
But I was lucky to be your man

Oh
Baby
You got my head in my hands

Lord never gave me a chance

How could I wait
Always jumping the gun
Walk with the spirit
He told me it's good to be suffering long
Why take a lesser fruit
Like he gon lead me wrong

Out of my ways
Weight up in the stand
I don't know where I've been
But He's where I am
Been lost by my drive
I'll Put the keys in his hands
To ever be alive
You can't be a dead man

Ive been
Just tryina right a love story
Somethin to get your heart goin
Nothin for my own glory
Mornin shawty
How'd you sleep
I'm tryina have it be
As if we're sharing dreams
Been wondering what I'd need
What could ever be complete
There's something there about you there
The harmonies of our heart beats

Come make music wit me
This worlds been getting too loud
Blaring shit for the sound
I guess they feel proud
Pointless games with high scoring
To write about it takes tolls
And Hells a well paved road
At times ive down my pen
And traveled without the weight of my soul
It's a blessing to see the end
So Why'd we ever do it alone

Come make music wit me
The worlds been getting to loud
Blaring shit for the sound
I guess they feel proud

Don't it feel
Like we're meant to live a love story
Pen heavier again
I'd keep going but I need to let better hands write it for me
Only way to be a better man
My angel at me like "pcht" you ain't no writer