- Sevyn Streeter Cry in Church 歌詞
- IDK Sevyn Streeter
- Rather free my soul, rather be alone
Rather be a daydreamer, rather be a real one
In the backseat, Maybach with the driver
Movin like a trap nigga, gotta stay low-low
Id rather live lawless with a lil bitch
That I buy a lot of the shit even though its on discount
Rather be a poor man with a lil affection (Why?)
Everybody wanna feel special
Id rather be broke as hell than rich and sitting all alone
Id rather be hand-in-hand, I just cant do it on my own
Id rather be good inside than livin happy on the outside
Ooh
Id rather be broke as hell than rich and sitting all alone
Cause how Im gon pay my bail if no ones pickin up the phone?
Id rather be good inside than livin happy on the outside
Ooh
I could be difficult sometimes
But that come from the ego in this mind of mine
My self-esteem could make a nigga emo
The hate could come from love and baby, we know
Im my only lover, Im my only friend
Working on my flaws, I think Im clocking in
Im my only weakness
I hope Im off on the weekends
Id rather be broke as hell than rich and sitting all alone
Id rather be hand-in-hand, I just cant do it on my own
Id rather be good inside than livin happy on the outside
Ooh
Id rather be broke as hell than rich and sitting all alone
Cause how Im gon pay my bail if no ones pickin up the phone?
Id rather begood inside than livin happy on the outside
Ooh
Sometimes
This ego in this mind of mine
Mm, ego
We know
Dont ask if I need a tissue
I dont need no ****in tissue
These aint tears, theyre just something in my eye
So please dont press the issue
Please dont press no buttons
One of these things for self- destruction
Forgot which one, I aint read instructions
That right there is the key to my suffering
Mama aint home, five years old
Blues Clues raised me, Cheerios saved me
Porno stepfather hid is what changed me
He aint do a good job, he was too lazy
While yall was in daycare
I was in Jay care
No lace front
This truth, no fake hair
I wish you aint had me at nineteen, Id probably grow up better
I wish you would talk to me nicely, I probably would love better
I wish you would read to me every night
I probably would read more
And all of this pain on my back gon be havin me lookin like Igor
I put all the hurt in this art of mine
Yeah, its one more thing on my mind
Just maybe a couple of lullabies
Was all that I needed to fight all the demons, my spirit is beatin
Lets pray
Father God, I am just learning how to pray—bear with me
First , I thank You for the life of everyone thats here with me
Then I thank You for the love you give me, why?
I dont know, I dont deserve it and it hurts inside
Many a nights I cried and called Your name out loud
I didnt call You when I was doing good, too proud
And still, You gave me love, I wasnt used to that
Most of the people that gave me love ended up takin it back
Its something new to me
So Im askin You for time to adjust
Let me make it there, I will be one You can trust
What I stand for, I put my life on, I do
I guess what Im asking is, show me how to stand for You
Hush, little baby, dont you cry
Mamas gonna sing you a lullaby
And if that lullaby dont work
Mamas gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mamas gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mamas gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mamas gonna buy you a mockingbird
Mamas gonna buy you a mockingbird
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