The Glorification of Small Victories - Ben LaMar Gay

Wake up in the morning

We be like yeah

Make it home in the evening

We be like yeah

Get a kiss from my baby

We be like yeah

Put some food in my belly

We be like yeah

Ooh

There there my love

It’s the small victories that count

And our victories not only count

But they can bleed and smell as well

Let me tell you 'bout it

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

It fills you up, it turns you loose

My freckles

Our resolve

Of collapsed constellations

Like the stars that fell in Alabama baby

That night

My freckles

Our resolve

Of collapsed constellations

Like the stars that fell in Alabama baby

That night

Wake up in the morning

We be like yeah

Make it home in the evening

We be like yeah

Get a kiss from my baby

We be like yeah

Put some food in my belly

We be like yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

We be like yeah

Yeah

We be like yeah

Yeah

We be like yeah

We be like yeah

We be like

We be like

We be like

We be like

We be like

We be like

We be like