Preach

Well, pack it up, love, nothing lasts forever
And you shoulda, coulda, woulda, now you'll never know
Lock it up son, let that rhythm get ya
Well, it won't be long until you got your sticks and stones, ooh

God, I'm feeling like I can't win
'Cause you want it all or nothing
Can I live? Leave me alone
And you're doggin' me for my sins
Tell me who do you think you're talking to?
Leave me alone

But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me

Now pack it up and pull yourself together
There's a million people watchin' waitin' for your fall
Lock it up son, let that rhythm get you
'Cause it won't be long until I'm back where I'm supposed to be

And you're doggin' me for my sins
Tell me who do you think you're talking to?
Leave me alone

But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me

I hear what they're saying
They're saying I'm crazy
I feel the pressure pushing down on me

But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me, oh

Just try to walk a mile in
My shoes that I've been living in
You wouldn't last a minute
I don't do this for nothing
And can't you leave me alone?

But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
But honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me (don't preach)
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me (don't you preach to me)

I hear what they're saying
They're saying I'm crazy (crazy)
I feel the pressure pushing down on me
(Feel the pressure pushing down on me)

And honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me
Honey, you ain't got to
Preach to me



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Writer(s): Courtney Ballard, Bradley Scott Walden, Ernest Ray White, Stefano Pigliapoco, Sean Harjah
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