Paroles de Doubt

Uneducated, played it, but I hate it Got sublime wealth, but don't find help Shit don't matter if you made it out All my problems are from problematic people now Fuck up out my fucking ego I just bought a house, but now it's empty Vacant like my bedroom, my baby left me a note She said she left me for more legroom How (how, how, how, how) How come I feel so empty when I'm full of doubt? So imperfect, manufactured, sold, then broken, made of sand Proud of the man I am, sometimes I am (am, am, am, am) A handful when I'm reaching for your hand Rest my fingers, let it linger, wonder if you understand On my ama, I've been blessed, but praying only when I can I look to God when things look hard A barking dog and dirty hands Born in '02 but I owe you everything from rich to rags I remember Christmas at St. Annes Everybody leaves at the end of the story, even you And that's when you grabbed my hand And told me your plans for the day Strawberry yogurt you took from the pantry Oh, you look so pretty when you look my way It's not what I'm used to, oh It's not who I am It's not what I'm used to It's not who I am No, it's not what I'm used to Mm, and it's not who I am Ooh, it's not what I'm used to Ooh, oh, ah