Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson

[Intro]
It's perfect
Alright

[Verse]
Product of my environment
Product of alignment
Line 'em up
Rely on what's allotted to me
I can take a minute of your time
And make a lion of it
What frightens most is under my control
Enlighten those
That otherwise wouldn't know
The answer is semantics
Let God do the work
The mantle I can manage
Kinda sorta
My disorder
Is out of order
This is my corner
Bodie holding what I'm the Lord of
Hold up
I be getting ahead of myself
So often I'm the head of the help
Funny how He's the author of time
He said it himself
He'll step outside what I outline
I read it and wept
It's marriage
He took the pressure off
Impressive, my press resolved
My steps are, tethered to heavens call
Whatever
Ain't worried bout the feelings
Or the ceilings
They wanna touch a million
Ain't in a rush, I'm chilling
You feel me
Let's get it