God

What the hell am I doing
In that glass I just don't see me
Lately I'm going through it
Just tryna be what I'm tryna be
I just need me some traction
I've been questioning everything
Way too many distractions
How the fuck can I clear my brain
I got the world on my shoulders
(I got the world on my shoulders)
But I just stand tall like a soldier
(I just stand talk like a soldier)
Made it this far it ain't over
(Made it this far is ain't over)
I need to know like I'm Doja
(I need to know)
I'm focused in like it's poker
And I cannot fuck with these jokers
I just keep getting so close
Closer and closer
Closer and closer

Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Mmmm

I got way too many skeletons in my closet
And I got to clean this shit up
Before I end up in the garbage
And I got to do it because ain't
Nobody else going to do it I got it
And I got so many voices in my head
And they just keep talking, like
I just got to run me up 100 bands
I just got to get rid of these fake friends
I just need to write more music
I don't need no handouts it's all in his hands

I just give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
Give it to God
(Ohhhh)

Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing
That's why I put all my pride in this music
I don't know how y'all going to take it
I don't know how y'all going to take it or use it
I might keep it all to myself
But I got to write this shit down before I lose it
Mmmm