Pray To God For Your Mother

Surprise, uh oh Didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon Goodbye, uh oh To adrenaline and ambition Comply, gotta look inside myself for another reason to live Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit (ahh) But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot (ahh) Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, oh Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yeah Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother Tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out) You want to tap out, but you feel ashamed to back out What would your friends and your family say? Uh oh, didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit (ahh) But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot (ahh) Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, oh Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yeah Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother Scream, explain You'll do it 'til your trained My voice is like my horoscope I'm Scorpio, I'm strange I tried to tame my brain I admit it was in vain I let it go, it flows It knows I cannot do a thing I got grips and I got stocks I got barrels with an ox Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered All this writing on my walls Built them up to break my fall Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered --- Pray to God for Your Mother - Dance Gavin Dance