| Oh God, Dear God
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| Help me, help me
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| Cause I’m so flawed, so flawed
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| I’ve dealt me a whole lot
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| Of stress from some bad decisions
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| A whole lot more from my ambition
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| I strategize and attack the prize
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| I fantasize then I grab my life
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| I make plans but I’ve never known
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| I’ve never known what to do
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| Epiphanies, passion, and planning but never had a clue
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| Plus she said she needed something new
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| Words that cut me deep
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| She didn’t see my awkward faces
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| But it brought me to my knees
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| Really needed conversation
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| Best believe my heart was racing
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| Then retreated, sinking into
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| Depths of grief and condemnation
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| Never Peach, I always treat them
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| Like they need a lot of saving
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| When they always rescue me
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| Now here I am just wishing I could hear the breath she breathes
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| Writing winter songs
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| Not sure how to move along
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| To reach a healthy me
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| The other day I thought about giving up
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| But I just told mom things were picking up
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| My father said
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| Told me I should live it up
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| With a purpose. |
| Now things are picking up
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| I used to have
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| Ambitions I didn’t trust
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| Then I listened
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| Now things are picking up
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| Momma you should know
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| Progress I can’t get enough
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| See me now, ma, everything’s picking up
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| This is what I’ve let in my brain
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| Going after things I once thought I’d never attain
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| But I threw those thoughts over the rails like Vader tossed Palpatine
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| I don’t have time to be dismayed, lost, doubting dreams
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| All the things
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| I used to do. |
| Was using you as my excuse
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| Need more security if we were going to be the truth
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| Blaming you for my decisions. |
| That logic was pretty loose
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| Couldn’t get my head on straight without sending you through the roof
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| Now I’m squashing feelings trying to meet connect and network
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| Though my net worth is still below par, I’ll reinvest first
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| Now these conversations are starting to bring me checks
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| Used to feel salty seeing Facebook homies glean respect
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| They were touring getting crowds in the thousands
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| I was in a bar watching locals straight styling
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| They were signing deals, all their dreams becoming real
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| They were building
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| Now I’m in the same boat, working towards fulfillment
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| The other day I thought about giving up
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| But I just told mom things were picking up
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| My father said
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| Told me I should live it up
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| With a purpose. |
| Now things are picking up
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| I used to have
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| Ambitions I didn’t trust
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| Then I listened
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| Now things are picking up
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| Momma you should know
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| Progress I can’t get enough
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| See me now, ma, everything’s picking up
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| They grab me for shows and you know I snap at every party
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| Hungry in the game Bout to go Katniss on everybody
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| Yeah
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| That means I rebel against the paradigm
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| Yeah
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| Never been concerned about a pair of dimes
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| Yeah
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| Too busy on the move things are picking up
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| Yeah
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| Praise God. |
| Pops keeps me lifted up
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| Yeah
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| Peep game. |
| I can never give it up
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| Yeah
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| Growth and progression I can’t get enough
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| Yeah
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| The other day I thought about giving up
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| But I just told mom things were picking up
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| My father said
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| Told me I should live it up
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| With a purpose. |
| Now things are picking up
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| I used to have
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| Ambitions I didn’t trust
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| Then I listened
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| Now things are picking up
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| Momma you should know
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| Progress I can’t get enough
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| See me now, ma, everything’s picking up |