A box, a boat, before bed, remind me of my mommaWe don't talk enough, usually she calls first, I'm tryna be honestYeah, but truth is a form of shaming I've been tryna change my prideOh, my prideA glass with ice and bourbon, remind me of my fatherYeah, seventeen, copying him drinks in a leather chair, reading, tryna be properI used to do like you, but I've been tryna move on my ownOn my own, yeahI see silhouettes in broken mirrors Tell me where you at, my dearI wonder, did you find who you were looking for?Did you look right here?YeahOohYeahA plate with rice and okra, remind me of my papaYeah, taught me how to drive, and made me drive the whole way home, tryna be lawfulSaid, I know you're not looking down at all of usYou look around at all of us, looking out for all of us, yeahDon't see that, eleven, two, I never got to say goodbye like I can say goodbye to youThe dream lies, but the dreaming is trueI see silhouettes in broken mirrors Tell me where you at, my dearI wonder, did you find who you were looking for?Did you look right here?YeahAnd all the rest, may they rest in peacePlease pass the recipe for peace of mindMy past is in piecesI pledge my allegianceTo broken glassI want to know what it meansAnd open all of my dreamsI close to feel at easeSo look right, look right hereI saw the past and it seemedIt broke and got blown through the seaI know, I want to know what it meansSo look right, cause you look right hereI want to know what it meansAnd open all of my dreamsI close to feel at ease