Yeah… cheap shine, real soul…
Two-dollar halo but it still glow, though…

I got a halo from a corner store clearance rack,
But it’s bright enough to guide me when the night fights back.
Ain’t perfect—never claimed to be a saint on call,
But I rise from the mess like a champ from a fall.
Drop sins in a bucket like I’m payin’ my dues,
Everybody got dirt—only difference is the shoes.
If heaven’s takin’ roll, they gon’ spell my name wrong,
But I’ll still show up stuntin’ with a victory song.

Yeah, it don’t shine like gold,
But it’s still part of my soul…

Two-dollar halo,
But it still glow, though.
Cheap little grace with a shine of its own—yo.
Two-dollar halo,
Watch it when I lay low,
Even in the shadows I can light up the whole road.
Two-dollar halo…
Still good enough to save my soul.

I’m the bargain-bin blessing with a broke-down past,
But I flipped every failure into free contrast.
Got receipts on my trials and a coupon for hope,
Yeah, I laugh at my demons—they can barely cope.
Some folks judge me ’cause the shine ain’t pure,
But authenticity hits harder than a miracle cure.
If the glow look cheap, that’s the realest sign—
’Cause the grit in the grind makes the halo mine.

Yeah, it don’t shine like gold,
But it’s still part of my soul…

Two-dollar halo,
But it still glow, though.
Cheap little grace with a shine of its own—yo.
Two-dollar halo,
Watch it when I lay low,
Even in the shadows I can light up the whole road.
Two-dollar halo…
Still good enough to save my soul.

I ain’t flawless, I ain’t broken—
I’m just somewhere in between.
And this halo might be plastic,
But it still reflects my dreams…

Two-dollar halo,
But it still glow, though.
Call it cheap, but you don’t know the price of my road.
Two-dollar halo—
Risin’ like a payload,
Turnin’ every low moment into pure gold.
Two-dollar halo…
Still good enough to save my soul.

Glow, glow… yeah, it still glow…