Gratitude ((8-7-2016) [Live in Park City])

I love you back Could be worse, huh? Look where you are! Reading the calendar today it said Park City, We thought we were going to like a dive bar Could be worse, right? This piece is called 'Gratitude' My band teacher told me quote- "Mike, you ain't shit." But it wasn't until I heard that that I quit And bought that Motif, made them dope beats Turned that old car to this window seat Where it all makes sense Now God gives me hints every time I burn incense Don't that make you so incense? Mr. Z Whoo! I blew up and ain't visit your class since But wait- I didn't write this to say I told you so Because without you I never would've sold out shows I thought that was worth a page or two Dear Mr. Z, this is dedicated to you Gratitude, thank you My dad called when Uncle Fred died I didn't want my mom to see me cry So I got 'em all out on the flight back People looking at me funny but it's like that See Uncle Freddie was a good guy He was proud when I started to win My aunt told me he loved me And I swear to God she gave me one of his pens And the same pen that I wrote this song with The same pen that I'm about to put my team on with Cuz he keeps giving me dope shit And people keep on telling me "Mike, you're so sick" I hope that's enough to change your mood Transform a Utah sky from grey to blue I thought that was worth a page or two Dear Uncle Fred, this is dedicated to you Gratitude, thank you This verse can never pay you back Shit A lot of my friends never had no dads And before we knew I had a six-style Used to drive me to the studio to rap on the six mile Showed me that a real man ain't Afraid because he hugs, kisses, and cries April to April stays faithful Loves, listens, and tries So when I do find Mrs. Right, Best believe that my game gonna be zipper tight Like you're still making Mom breakfast every morning You start her car up in the winter when it's snowing Remember when you broke it down in New Orleans? I didn't tell you I had my phone out recording it Said, "Why'd you marry Mom?" Said, "Well, Michael, in my heart, I knew I loved your mother." And I said, "Is your heart more important than your head?" Said, "I don't know, you're 28, You've got to figure some things out on your own." Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is some g-shit When my son's 28 I'm gonna show him this poem He's gonna need this I'm sorry, but I thought that was worth a page or two Dear Dad, this is dedicated to you Gratitude, thank you