Lord Knows

I lucked out, I cashed in
I spent the winnings on women and gin
And the rest, I just wasted
I want the Best and, believe, I can taste it
I came here, I played dead
You stroked the hairs on the back of my head
For the rest, I just waited
She's the best, if I'm honest (and naked)

Lord knows I ain't a ramblin' man
I'm one of your five but I'm straight from the can
Boredom got into my blood
Honey, what if I just ain't no good?

I lashed out, I gave in
The dogs were hungry and we needed a win
We'll divest, we'll replace it
We're truly blessed; if we want it, we take it
I'm impressed, I'll embrace it
Let me decompress and then I think I can face it
The test, well, I just aced it
And no one guessed that I was totally wasted

Lord knows I ain't a street fighting man
I've been banging my fists against the foot of the dam
Boredom got into my blood
Honey, what if I just ain't no good?



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Writer(s): Adam Morgan
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