Lightbulbs in My Pocket

[Intro] Yeah I don’t got answers I got angles [Verse I] I keep lightbulbs in my pocket, they don’t all turn on Some flicker when I walk, some been burned too long I ain’t chasing being right, I just like the view From the space where I admit I haven’t got a clue Used to think enlightenment was something you win Now I think it’s noticing the room you’re in Like— why am I tense when nothing’s wrong? Why my favorite song feel like a sing-along sermon? I used to fight my shadow, now we talk it out Turns out it just wanted me to stop and breathe I stopped yelling at the mirror for not being me Started asking why I needed it to agree [Hook] I’m not woke, I’m awake enough To laugh when I trip over fake-ass stuff I don’t need truth wrapped up in gold Just something honest I can hold Yeah I’m not deep, I just don’t rush Tryna hear the beat and feel the hush Every step forward, every doubt That’s what figuring it out’s about [Verse II] I don’t trust people who never change If you ain’t contradicted yourself, you probably rehearsed Life’s not a thesis, it’s a messy verse And the meaning shows up late, like “my bad, I’m worse” I used to fear being average, now I fear being numb Being right doesn’t hit like being done With the noise, the flex, the moral parade I don’t need to be loud if the thought is brave I seen ego dressed up like self-care I seen silence say more than a threadbare prayer Sometimes growth is just sitting still Letting your need to control lose its grip [Hook] I’m not woke, I’m awake enough To know every label eventually breaks apart I don’t chase perfect, I chase clear If it feels real, I’ll steer it here I’m not floating, I still fall I just don’t panic every time I stall Every wrong turn, every reroute That’s what figuring it out’s about [Bridge – lighter, conversational] If you’re waiting to be finished You’re gonna be late If you’re waiting for permission That’s not how it works Nobody hands you meaning You bump into it Usually when you weren’t looking [Verse III] I don’t need to be special, I just need to be here Need my fear to sit down, not disappear Need my joy to stop asking if it’s allowed Need my thoughts less crowded, my doubts less loud I don’t worship certainty, it’s too clean I like questions with a little dirt on ‘em If the universe is listening It probably prefers honesty over performance So I move with a smile and a raised brow Like “yeah, I know—and I don’t—and that’s fine now” Lightbulbs in my pocket, yeah they clink when I move Some ideas don’t shine till you bruise [Final Hook] I’m not woke, I’m awake enough To dance with the mystery, not wake it up I don’t need answers carved in stone Just a beat and a thought to call my own Yeah I’m not lost, I just roam Every step still counts as home Every inhale, every doubt That’s what figuring it out’s about [Outro] Yeah Keep your lightbulbs Even the broken ones Especially the broken ones