Intoxicated

Borderline - too late

I've said too much - as always

You been tryna get me drunk so I go down down confessing - you messing

With my head - testing my faith

Devil may care what I do next

Whatever I get I deserve it

You think that I’ve been talking you up, that I just wanna fuck, but you’re out of luck cause Id, rather get home, stay low

Wake up with my love, breakfast is served

Intoxicated

I ain’t tryna lie tho, I’m not a saint

Lord forgive me

Shit that goes on in my head,

don’t manifest, but I know it’s for the best

I’m just the son of a reverend,

another brethren, tryna resurrect

Keeping my shit in the past,

keeping my dick in my pants.

Go ahead, throw yo stones

Let me know, what I should’ve known

I’ll be honest, I’m struggling

But I ain’t hide what I really feel

Sugarcoat you words

Let me know my worth

Im just tryna keep it real

I’m On my knees, yet again

mama told me I shoulda stay away

From all the highs of the worldly ways

I Hope I still remember how to pray

I’m On my knees, yet again

I’m still alive cause of my mamas prayers

I know that your work is done

I gotta stick to my guns

Hold me down, holy ground.

Jericho, trumpet sound