Hope
Can't even go to my friend's show because I'm broke
And the girl I liked gave blows to friends I choked
Unlike her, now I say those are not my blokes
In the midst felt my faith froze but now I cope
Now I focus on doing better and getting better
And no longer the ruin wrecker who's letting letters
Of lust make me just up and go away from hope
I must stay on this steady road and never stop
Wine bottles and Baileys just spreaded on the floor
Fine models were maybe my lusty vice for sure
Ben and Jerry my favorite people to help me grieve
Then was very depressing, shameful those very deeds
Line wobbles, write shaky with pain and even more
Sign troubles with achy anxiety I stored
When like Mary was hopeless but faith will never leave
When like Mary was boast less 'cause grace is how we breathe
Can't even go to my friend's show because I'm broke
And the girl I liked gave blows to friends I choked
Unlike her, now I say those are not my blokes
In the midst felt my faith froze but now I cope
Now I focus on doing better and getting better
And no longer the ruin wrecker who's letting letters
Of lust make me just up and go away from hope
I must stay on this steady road and never stop
I haven't been doing the best, man
Mother trucker, dude
That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick
And the girl I liked gave blows to friends I choked
Unlike her, now I say those are not my blokes
In the midst felt my faith froze but now I cope
Now I focus on doing better and getting better
And no longer the ruin wrecker who's letting letters
Of lust make me just up and go away from hope
I must stay on this steady road and never stop
Wine bottles and Baileys just spreaded on the floor
Fine models were maybe my lusty vice for sure
Ben and Jerry my favorite people to help me grieve
Then was very depressing, shameful those very deeds
Line wobbles, write shaky with pain and even more
Sign troubles with achy anxiety I stored
When like Mary was hopeless but faith will never leave
When like Mary was boast less 'cause grace is how we breathe
Can't even go to my friend's show because I'm broke
And the girl I liked gave blows to friends I choked
Unlike her, now I say those are not my blokes
In the midst felt my faith froze but now I cope
Now I focus on doing better and getting better
And no longer the ruin wrecker who's letting letters
Of lust make me just up and go away from hope
I must stay on this steady road and never stop
I haven't been doing the best, man
Mother trucker, dude
That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick
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Writer(s): Javonni Casey
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