Listen

There's a lot of things in my life I don't want to talk about

But I'm dipping the teabag in and out So what was grounded is getting stout

And I'm getting to a point where my abilities, I doubt, yeah

Aggravated and finicky, everything's been picking at me

I've been holding together so much It's made me sensitive to the touch

And now my wife's parents getting a divorce And BLM caused such a force

That my friend's girl shut the door So much dirt talking, it's clogged up my

pores And I fell to the horde from all it lured,

Yeah, I caught it, Lord You gave me spiritual confirmation

That the cocaine I was tasting Came from a habit someone was placing