| Mama said, «Keep lookin' up»
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| She said, «Ain't nobody perfect, just look at us»
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| But don’t let that be your excuse
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| If you can’t find Him in the picture, fix your view"
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| Sunday mornings ain’t the same
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| I threw a pity party and everybody came
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| Now I’m sitting in the back, tryna play it cool
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| Cause people’ll see me if I sit in the front pew
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| I hope the pastor don’t notice me
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| I was an active member he would oversee
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| Old friends pretend we still friends
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| Askin' me 'bout my daughter and ignoring my sins
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| Before the sermon begins, I see some of them avoiding me
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| To them I’m not approachable, to me they are annoying
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| Awkward as hello, hello, is Christ here?
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| Light convos cause we ain’t spoke in lightyears
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| Fake smiles so I laugh, ain’t nothing funny
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| If this were a movie, this would be my dark comedy
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| Funny how your views change
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| After one bad decision is made
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| Like «Look, he ain’t living right
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| Something with him ain’t sitting right»
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| No matter my focal point, I’m seen in a different light
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| I thought we all fell short of His glory
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| But everything’s against me, nobody’s for me
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| (Check this out)
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| We don’t see eye-to-eye
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| Good, cause I ain’t tryna see you cry
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| A cold heart, you throw darts at old scars
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| Act dumb when you hear my name, but claim that you know God
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| I mean, clearly you won’t understand, so you judge
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| You forgot what a husband does, so I forgot what a husband was
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| It’s sad, but through it all I maintain a smile
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| And you leave communication up to me and my child
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| Calling me manipulative cause my vocabulary spill is ill
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| And you like avoiding the real
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| Like nothing hurt, somewhere I left lonely
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| With a plan to rise up like «Look at his testimony!»
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| I’m not shifting the blame, this is all my fault
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| An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, ya’ll
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| Every closed eye ain’t sleeping
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| And every open eye ain’t seeing, believe it |