I’ll take you in long strides, I’ll teach you my night rhymes Deny me just three times, I won’t forget the mess or your red face Just help me to speak slow, grip down my hips when I feel low My dirt black fathers, I’ll find a different way My dirt black fathers, none of them were saved
But I still yell at the moon I’m close to making it a song I’m close to learning where I went wrong I’m close to learning where I go wrong
Hold me down Hold me down
I waited for you to see, I wanted for there to be bones in my wood floor Things unsaid and feelings I’d died for Just help to speak slow, grip down my hips when I feel low My dirt black fathers, I’ll find a different way My dirt black fathers, I’ll teach them how to pray
But I still yell at the moon I’m close to making it a song I’m close to learning where I went wrong I’m close to learning where I go wrong