Expectations

My blood is thinning
I cannot see
I am a sinner
I am free

My blood is thinning (Ayy, yah)
I cannot see (Whoo!)
I am a sinner (It's mine for the taking)
I am free

I'm running out of room
These bandages, they be like candy to me
I got a sweet tooth
I got some fantasies
I'm not a good person
Why you expect me to be

I'm a sinner
I am free

I am me
I'm not gonna be what you want me to be
Shut up and sit down
Look at who's shit now
I know you been loud
But I got some problems you can't comprehend
You can pretend
But you can't be mad when I'm offended
All you say so open ended
Must be pent up pain, I get it
But I'm in pain, and I still listen
You're part of the prison I'm locked in
You wouldn't cross them
You coulda lost friends
But that's what I don't understand
Who I even am to you?
I got plans to prove
You all stans of truth
I got bands to move
Think I can't handle you?

Think I can't handle you?



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Gifford
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