You won't find your way
If you don't give to your heart
Still got a lot to say
Just need a place to start
My life's been wrought with tragedy
Depression, fear and doubt
But here we are watching the NBA
And chilling on the couch
This is as good as it gets
And I'm not really sure how
But we're all going some crazy way
And nothing gets left out
You will find your way
If you just listen to your heart
Brunson hung 40 again
Man is on a cloud
I look up, notice it's 1AM
And we're being really loud
You say "I'm glad my best friend
Is the one who I'm with now"
And I'm starting to think again
That nothing gets left out
Still got a lot to say
It's never too late to start
Nothing gets left out
We're all spinning round
It all matters now
That nothing gets left out