[Intro: KB and Nancy Honeytree]

When I placed all my burdens on him

He washed them all from me

Ok, let's go

All the way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up, all the way up, all the way up

All the way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up

K to the...

All the way up

Second letter

All the way...

[Verse 1: KB]

Jiggy witty kid with his own style (Yeah)

Chillin' in the city, we should simmer down (Ooh)

Comin' from the Grammy's with a semi-smile (Yeah)

'Cause we done had more fun servin' people in the city, yeah

Let the window down, yeah

Go and let the beat knock

Squad is in the house

Smash your windows, I call it Steve Jobs

We ride (We ride), we ride, atta boy (Atta boy)

I'ma go Bobby Boucher in the city

Handin' out that livin' water, boy

[Chorus: KB]

I just hit my rhythm, boy (Oh, oh)

This is not your tempo, boy

I just hit my rhythm, boy (Oh, oh)

This is not your tempo, boy

[Verse 2: KB]

Ooh, HGA, it's simple boy, ooh

Louie Free, he with me, draw a crowd, no stencil boy, woo

They got Drake to play it safe, I think they conned him, woo

I love God, do what I wanna

Got to deal with it, wheels spinnin' and I still live it

Never chill with it, still winnin' in the field with it

Put the real in it, no concealin' it

Point to Him with it, every spill with it

To the Hill with it

For the kill with it, You could still get it

How a Seal feels in the field

Its is sealed in us

Really ain't no fear in us

Really ain't no fear in us

You might wanna get with us

[Bridge: KB]

Way up, way up, way up, way up, way up

All the way up, way up, way up, way up, way up

I am as free as my hair

Cut it or comb it, forget it

I'ma do what I've been called to do, not what's expected (Way up)

Just for the record, just for the record I know (Way up)

[Chorus: KB]

I just hit my rhythm, boy (Oh, oh)

This is not your tempo, boy

Yeah, I just hit my rhythm, boy (Oh, oh)

But this is not your tempo

[Post-Chorus: KB]

This is not your tempo (Tempo), this is not your tempo (Tempo)

Don't nobody own us, don't nobody own us

Don't nobody own us, don't nobody own us

[Verse 3: KB]

Pull up to the meetin' with ripped jeans and Adidas

The new intellectual what you seein', homie

We can go (We can go) toe-to-toe with any summer

So we got a pen game and we just bowling' dawg

Explicit as ever, vicious as ever

Christian and clever, diss it, dismiss it, this is just better

Vision is better, makin' high art

But high art can't revive hearts, I'ma do this God-talk

Don't need a pity party, my people pity ya party

The party I'm a part of imparts partials of pardon

Can't pick apart any part of the picked apart

They won't part with it

I played the artist, now pardon, I brought my partners in

I think I know what we revealin'

Life is over, easy, everybody's shell cracked

Holdin' my dignity, never sell that

We got bigger fish to fry, no way to scale back

[Chorus: KB]

I just hit my rhythm, boy (Oh, oh)

You can't match my tempo, boy

I just hit my rhythm (Oh, oh)

And you can't help but fear love

[Outro: KB & Nancy Honeytree]

Think I found it, I think I found it

I, yeah

I think I found my rhythm, boy

Think I found it, I think I found it

Not one blemish does He see

When I placed all my burdens on Him

He washed them all from me