Best Of Me

All of the things I do for love
Wondering if it's good enough
I can't let it take control of me
But I promise I'll stay
I promise, you'll see
I promise to give you the best of me

Will I let you down? Will I disappoint?
If it's too many bars, will you miss the point?
Rapping that Similac or giving voice to the loins
Making music for the shows or explicit joints
Paying homage to the heads, the Killa Bee's
A bunch of similes over Dilla beats
Or maybe I instead start mimicking the industry
Get trapped in a genre that isn't me
I know you gotta play the game for the victory
Balance is the challenge, selling out is a quick defeat
Trying not to let my identity
Be wrapped up in whether or not you play repeat or skip this beat
Whether or not you're impressed by my wordplay
Drama that my verbs make, keeping me in first place
Was that line offensive? Should you run it back?
Did you catch that metaphor on the first play?
Is my status based off of endless tweets?
If you're talking classics, will you mention me?
I don't wanna let y'all down, what if you don't feel me?
Will you have a field day if this feels weak?
I know I probably shouldn't say this
But hey it's Sinema, I'm giving you the real me
Is this pressure
Because I made my success an obsession? Am I lesser?
When Christ says that I'm already accepted now
This standard that I'm holding up the reason I can't let you down

It's been two years, and I am afraid of
Not making a classic that's not Wake Up
The weight of, the weight of the last one kinda takes a
Toll on my heart, pay up, keep it in line, shape up
Taper, gonna take a whole lot more to fade us
You see what my heart's made of, darker than Darth Vader
Want the Marc Jacobs
More than the ladder that's marked Jacob's
The latter is far greater, former is small taters
Compared to the glory the Lord's been storing for our sake cuz
After Revelation, way before Sega
That's Genesis, His image is making us far greater
So I ain't gotta measure up to your standard
Cuz I know I don't measure up to your standard
Perfection of the cross says I'm inadequate handle this
My heart wasn't made for glory
But the blessing of the cross says I'm that equipped to battle this
Why? Cuz Jesus stands before me
I'm human, I'm prone to fail you, on E
So at some point I'm gonna fail you, sorry
It's freedom in that, so stop stressing
On whether I'm hot or not, stop guessing
I don't need your two thumbs up, so stop texting
Perfection is the goal, but excellence is accepted
All last year I was wrestling with depression
School of hard knocks till I finally learned the lesson
You don't learn to trust God till you gotta trust God
Don't learn you got nothing until it's just God

All of the things I do for love