Lyrics Find a Way - Byron Bank

Hey, you got this B
Yeah

A lot of times I don't talk about the bullshit
That's bothering me daily
Brush it off
So it seems like that it's just a phase and it's crazy
Truth is I be stressing out
On the couch never stretching out
Everyday is like a 5K
I just wish it was in my bank account
Baby mamas thinking I ain't shit
Always working but I'm hitting licks
Life hit me like a ton bricks
I'm so bruised up 'cause it didn't miss
Picture me when I'm rolling over
Sick for real how I get this COVID-19
But the strangest thing that I ever seen was bug
Had to google that shit
No lie I ain't making up this
Got a break from work I'm so over that shit
Don't wanna go back but I feel hopeless
Looking for a change since graduation
Is it 'cause I'm black nobody will take me?
All these degrees, I can barely make it
No longer can I fake it
Poetic I must admit
Therapy this music shit
Can't live without it
Can't picture a place where it doesn't exist
Matter fact this be that
Moment in time, when I think back
Gotta figure it out and my next move
Get rid of this pain in my neck too

And find a way
Yeah, it's like real shit
Imma find a way
I gotta figure it out man, you know what I'm saying
Imma find a way
Y'all just don't understand what I been going through
Imma find a way
Whole bunch of news been broken to me
And I just can't take it, man
Yeah, Imma a find a way

Been dealing with this pain in my neck
For two years, it's been back to back, to the doctor's office I guess
Physical therapy, back at it
With a Thera-Cane like I'm back scratching
This time it serves its purpose
Three weeks, shit ain't working
MRI now I'm laying down
Closed in and can't move around
Ears plugged just to mute the sound
From the thumping machine knocking around
Hands down I can't swallow much
If I did then the pictures fucked
Toughed it out like I know I could
Hoping everything's right seen under the hood
Follow up really as occurred
Never I expected to hear this word
Surgery
I heard that shit it like he echoed it
Two weeks I'll be going under
Every minute no doubt I wonder
Do it now or risk nerve damage
I can barely move, anything can happen
Turning point in my life now
Little things and bigger damage
I can't even look but this pressure
On my spine ain't getting no better
I'm an open book, this a true story
Don't know how it ends but I'm making due
Give it to God, that's my best move
Gotta finish this album it's past due

And find a way
Yeah man, this real stuff
Imma find a way
In the studio can't even bop my head like I want to you know
'Cause Imma find a way
Like the pressure coming from my neck
And it's touching on my spine, it's hard man
Imma find a way
And then I'm forced to give a date like
And finishing this album soon but man what else can I do
Find a way