Who Ha?

[Verse I: Tank and the Bangas]
Hoo-ha
The world must be sniffing on the moon rocks
The same shit that got celebs giving up they who ha
Oh I must be on that higher shit, infinite
The soul glow, a seraphim so delicate
A holy love just heaven sent
My grandma up there, she cooking eggs and shit
Papaw giving sermons before seven
Heaven must be lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit
(Mm-mm)

[Chorus: Tank and the Bangas]
Give me grace
A star like me has never felt so out of place
But when you grab me, grab me
Twist it, twist it
Kismet, scriptured
Reckless, gifted
And I ain't never felt this way before

[Verse II: Tank and the Bangas]
When did you let your self confidence cradle itself into comparison?
When did you let the opinions of others dictate your original God given thought?
How did your light become a night light for your personal demons?
When did you start becoming upset to wake up?
When was the moment you started believing you weren’t good enough?
Fine enough?
Or creative enough?
When did you start hiding the truth?
Biting your tongue?
Giving the safe answer?
Worried to offend than to defend
My God

[Chorus: Tank and the Bangas]
Give me grace
A star like me has never felt so out of place
But when you grab me, grab me
Twist it, twist it
Kismet, scriptured
Reckless, gifted
And I ain't never felt this way before

[Verse III: J. Ivy]
When did their lies become your truth?
When did the limits in their skies become your roof, your ceiling?
When did they ill ideology become nestled in the fibers of your feelings, when?
When did you forget that you deserve that healing?
When you gon’ realize you not alone?
You not a victim or a villain
Your victories will be valiant
Tap into your talents, your gifts
I’d rather be soul rich than so rich
So, keep swinging
Keep singing that song that reminds you that you belong
You are the star on the roster
You know you the author of your book right?
Whatever your mind writes is what your life looks like
How’s your pen game?
What’s your endgame, your goal?
What’s got a hold on you?
How does your inner child affect the older you?
It’s true
You might not be able to get your hours back
But you can take your power back

[Chorus: Tank and the Bangas]
Give me grace
A star like me has never felt so out of place
But when you grab me, grab me
Twist it, twist it
Kismet, scriptured
Reckless, gifted (Reckless, gifted)
And I ain't never felt this way before (Before)

[Outro: Tank and the Bangas]
Hoo-ha
The world must be sniffing on the moon rocks
The same shit that got celebs giving up they who ha (Ooh)
Oh I must be on that higher shit, infinite
The soul glow, a seraphim so delicate (Ooh)
A holy love just heaven sent (Ooh)
My grandma up there, she cooking eggs and shit
Papaw giving sermons before seven (Ooh)
Heaven must be lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit