Please
Oh-woah, oh-oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, please, please
Oh, please, oh, please, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please
Please, could you lower your tone?
Please, could you get off my phone?
And please, leave Meghan alone
I said, please, leave Meghan alone
It cuts deep when you deep that your house was never your home
You wanna speak but it's best that you don't
Under pressure, we fold
Best believe we're protectin' your throne
I had to let it be known
We eventually grow
I'm a sensitive soul, please could you pause the applause?
Please could let me be flawed?
And please, leave your pain at the door
Yeah, it's too much in this house and I can't bear anymore
Please, spare me a fall
Please, Lord, give me the strength
To forgive my dad, for he is flawed l and so am I so who am I to not
To not forgive a man who tries, I see his soul
I know it cries but with this pain I'd rather
With this pain I'd rather paint and try and turn this broken picture
Into something that it ain't
This pain I'll rather hold, because it made me who I am
It's probably time I let it go, I free myself from myself
I free youth from regret, I grant you peace before you rest
And that's the least that you should get, I think we've both suffered enough, please
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please, please
Oh, please (oh, please)
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please, please
Oh, please
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Oh, please, please
Oh, please, oh, please, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please
Please, could you lower your tone?
Please, could you get off my phone?
And please, leave Meghan alone
I said, please, leave Meghan alone
It cuts deep when you deep that your house was never your home
You wanna speak but it's best that you don't
Under pressure, we fold
Best believe we're protectin' your throne
I had to let it be known
We eventually grow
I'm a sensitive soul, please could you pause the applause?
Please could let me be flawed?
And please, leave your pain at the door
Yeah, it's too much in this house and I can't bear anymore
Please, spare me a fall
Please, Lord, give me the strength
To forgive my dad, for he is flawed l and so am I so who am I to not
To not forgive a man who tries, I see his soul
I know it cries but with this pain I'd rather
With this pain I'd rather paint and try and turn this broken picture
Into something that it ain't
This pain I'll rather hold, because it made me who I am
It's probably time I let it go, I free myself from myself
I free youth from regret, I grant you peace before you rest
And that's the least that you should get, I think we've both suffered enough, please
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please, please
Oh, please (oh, please)
Woah, woah, woah, oh, please, please
Oh, please
Woah, woah, woah, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Owen John Cutts, Reuben James, Jacob Collier, Linden Jay Berelowitz, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr., Cameron Bloomfield, Stephanie Rose Johnson Hatchman
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