Lyrics

I wanna say "no" but I always say "yes" Dyin' on the inside in my Sunday best, mm Sick of being in your voice of reason, oh I wanna go but you know I ain't leavin' I tell you I'm sober with a drink in my hand I'll hit rock bottom, sayin', "It's Gods plan" I'll take second place just to let you win Tired of apologizing for your sins Oh I, I, I Even lie to God under his own steeple Guess you could call me a people pleasure People pleaser People pleaser People pleaser People pleaser I try to fix it on the weekеnd with Bourbon A dozen times with the Sunday sеrmon You curse my name, I take the shame You light the match, I feel the flame I tell you I'm sober with a drink in my hand I'll hit rock bottom, sayin', "It's Gods plan" I'll take second place just to let you win Tired of apologizing for your sins Oh I, I, I Even lie to God under his own steeple Guess you could call me a people pleasure People pleaser People pleaser People pleaser People pleaser Is there anyone, is there anyone out there Anyone who's just like me? Have you ever felt Have you ever felt like you were stuck in a prison You just ain't free? I'd give anything, I'd give anything to just be me Oh I (People pleaser) Oh, I People pleaser Even lie to God under his own steeple Guess you could call me a people pleaser Mm-mm Even lie to God under his own steeple Guess you could call me a people pleaser
Writer(s): Callie Marie Jalbert Veach-dixon, Dennis Cook, Eliza Radkyo, Gabriel Neal Cummings, Libby Ruth Cummings, Marybeth Byrd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out