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When you told me I should text your brother
I was walking with a blunt in my hand
Double Jameson was in the other
I was drinking like a spiritual man
I was just talkin' to Jesus in my hotel room
I was just talkin' to Jesus in my hotel room
And I could barely stand
He said, "Get some water, man"
'Cause they don't understand
I'm not what they think I am
And I could barely stand
And he said, "Get some water, man"
'Cause they don't understand
I'm not what they think I am
They can never ever understand me, no
What I came from, what I was before
Remember that kid, quick the flip shit
Heard he dance with the devil like do-si-do
How you get to heaven with a broke halo?
How you get to heaven with a broke halo?
No, I'm not bad, I've been strugglin' though
You know I'm not sad, I'm just troubled you know
I, I was on a beam when you said to me
"Who could ever think you could be the one to remedy"
Was it destiny?
I've been feeling like the end of me
Nauseous, claustrophobic
So sick but I'm sicker
For the pain, I drink champagne and liquor
I found God in a room at the La Quinta
I was only walking with the blunt in my hand
Still, I could barely stand
And I could barely stand
And he said, "Get some water, man"
'Cause they don't understand
I'm not what they think I am
He said, "Get some water, man"
I'm not what they think I am
Writer(s): Matthew Mason, Scott Fitzgerald
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