HANDS ON $uNDAY

Yesterday we had our final words, comfortable
With that smoke around
Can't stay that fool I was
Rebuild these walls, oh, pray for mercy
At Sunday, Sunday church
Hands up higher, higher, higher

I thought about excuses I can use
Before I had to split the night in two
And even though my heart was made of gold
Nothin' is ever enough for what she owes

I pray someday that God will give me more
More wisdom when that drink is in my hand
And now I go and give that bitch a second chance
Might be my only fan

Safe sex and rubber bands
Come fuck up all my plans
Now I'll just be that man
Saturate my love up all on the couch
Paint that pretty picture when I come around

And all the game she plays, sometimes
I just can't escape all the love and all the shame

I had to think about the let gos
In my mind, I get a long road down, down
Mind be calling for the hoe, hoe
Skin and bones though we never break
One on one for the games we playing
Goin' hard, we going home
Mind be thinking for the-
Mind be calling for the hoe

Had a blind eye for the world that was plastic
And the downside for the ones that I've trusted
I picked a poison where I found myself in that position
Where I'll be trying to find somebody real for my addictions

Crazy obsession
I know those nights I'm never missing
Lost in the sky, I hear her screaming, ooh
I guess for loneliness made her deal
For all I feel

'Cause Sunday morning comes
Hands brushing off everything she said and did
Nobody's been so perfect anyway
Who said there's love in a perfect place?

And all the game she plays sometimes
I just can't escape all the love and all the shame

I had to think about the let gos
In my mind, I get a long road down, down
Mind be calling for the hoe, hoe
Skin and bones though we never break
One on one for the games we playing
Goin' hard we going home
Mind be thinking for the-
Mind be calling for the hoe

Yesterday we had our final words, comfortable
With that smoke around
Can't stay that fool I was
Rebuild these walls oh, pray for mercy
At Sunday, Sunday church
Hands up higher, higher, higher

I'll be tripping off the edge
Relieving all my stress
And if we end the episode
I'm going to the next, next, next
Put on the bulletproof vest, vest

When you around the city
Might be shooters running with me
So I'm keeping every bad bitch
Coming on a daily

Higher, higher, higher