Take a little time and you’ll see that I don’t Lately in my mind I’m repeating my old Safety is a sign that I see in my hope Hazy when I drive so I’m catching a Lyft Know what I believe but don’t believe it the same Tweaked my Christianity in Jesus’ name Call me hypocritical, I’m needing to change Call me hypocritical, my living is shit
Texting back a shorty that don’t carry my name Wiser man would prolly put his head in a flame Wiser man would prolly say do not entertain Wiser man ain’t make it yet, he’s catching a lyft
Thinking of myself in every way that you don’t Casting out myself like every day but you won’t Love, truth, and correction, but I’m carrying shame Love, truth, and correction
All I’m saying is I confess, I’m a mess No, you don’t deserve this stress And I guess that it’s best Your heart beats me out your chest
I confess I’m a mess I’m too close to the vest Not giving more than less Less
Not giving more than less I’m breaking your heart But asking will you bless my soul My soul
It’s 11:58 PM, in Dallas, Texas On December 9th 2017 And, I miss my baby