The Gift

Take my words put 'em on the line True colors show up on time Time replaying stories in my head Tell me when what why I can't Tell me again why I can Tell me again why again You're a big obstacle or my friend Cuts too deep to Cook up amends Feeling alone like a cowboy on a ranch Riding alone smoking a long again Ooooo Don't give gifts expect returns You'll fall flat on your face n burn I just hope that we all learn People ain't here to be used But they'll y'all you to the blues Walk on your moon n Use you like a tool Yeah Take my words put 'em on the line True colors show up on time Time replaying stories in my head Tell me when what why I can't Tell me again why I can I don't have no grey area in my head I gotta go At the top of your lungs Tell me what I've done Let the blood run Run through the streets at ease Make sure all your breathes gone And acknowledge the sum Of all the things that eventually will be Oh I've learned oh I've learned That all cheers ain't applause Oh I've learned oh I've learned That a pat on the back sho feel like a hot rod Oh I've learned oh I've learned That's all cheers ain't applause Oh I've learned oh I've learned That even a pat on the back can feel Like a hot rod Take my words put 'em on the line True colors show up on time Time replaying stories in my head Tell me when what why I can't Tell me again why I can Tell me again why again I don't have no grey area in here