Lyrics Not Ready - Mutts

Not Ready

Found God in her room
Mama said, «not ready.»
Looked up to the moon
Moon Man said, «you not ready.»
Dipped down through the flume
Water felt so heavy
Dropped change on some tunes
Jukebox said, «you're too heady.»
I wanted a flock my feathers fit
I needed to straighten out my shit
I’m gon' get down in the water
I need to wash and get myself clean
Suit coat, I couldn’t breathe
So my lungs, I spit 'em out
Pant hem, to the knees
My legs, I cut 'em down
It’s true I know I shoulda found myself a better tailor
But I spent all my money on a suit that looked the shit
Now that I’ve bled out you can bury me early — but dapper
Instead of fitting it I shoulda found a suit that fit
I’m shedding confidence like oaks unders November frost
Embarassed by my fleeting leaves and my rooted thoughts
The concept lingers like Fall cumulus — fat and low
I pray for rain just to get wet with what I need to know