Closer Than Ever

Everybody keeps telling me,

“Look how far you came.” I did.

Now look how far I'm going.

Got a little proof now,

little wind behind, Couple doors opening that were locked last time.

People saying “You did it!”—I appreciate that,

But I'm looking at the mountain like,

“You calling THIS the top?”

Nah.

I remember no movement,

no numbers, no calls,

Now something's moving—I ain't stopping to applaud.

I'm proud of every inch,

every scar, every step,

But if you're asking if I made it— I'm not there yet.

I'M NOT THERE YET!

BUT YOU CAN HEAR ME GETTING CLOSER!

Every step gets louder,

every mile gets shorter.

I can see where I've been,

I can see what's coming next— I'M PROUD AS HELL OF THIS—

BUT I'M NOT THERE YET!

(NOT YET!)

Getting closer. (NOT YET!)

Little louder. (NOT YET!) THAT'S WHY I'M MOVING!

Used to need a sign,

now I leave 'em behind,

Used to ask permission,

now I'm running out of time.

Every little win used to feel like the end,

Now a win just tells me where the next one begins.

More road, more work,

more shit to learn,

More bridges ahead and a couple to burn.

I ain't disrespecting everything I achieved— I'm respecting it enough to see

what else it can be.

(You made it!) Made what?

(Look behind you!) I did.

Now look ahead.

Closer than yesterday! (KEEP GOING!) Further than I ever thought!

(KEEP GOING!) Got something worth celebrating!

(THEN CELEBRATE!) Can I celebrate while moving?

(HELL YEAH!) I'M NOT THERE YET!

BUT YOU CAN HEAR ME GETTING CLOSER!

808 getting heavier, whole damn world getting smaller.

Every locked door behind me,

another one ahead— I LOVE HOW FAR I CAME,

AND I'M NOT FUCKING FINISHED YET!

(NOT YET!)

Violin!

(NOT YET!) Harmonica!

(NOT YET!) Xylophone!

(NOT YET!) NOW EVERYTHING!

Am I there yet?

(NO!) Good.