Cry in Church

Rather feed my soul, rather be in love

Rather be a daydreamer, rather be a real one

In the backseat, Maybach with the driver

Movin' like a tractor now, gotta stay in low-low

I'd rather live lawless with a lil' bitch

That I buy a lot of shit even though it's on discount

Rather be a poor man with a lil' affection

Everybody wanna feel special

I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as shit and all alone

I'd rather be hand-to-hand, I just can't do it on my own

I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside

Ooh

I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as shit and all alone

'Cause how I'm gon' pay my bail if no one's pickin' up the phone?

I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside

Ooh

I could be difficult sometimes

But that come from the eagle in this mind of mine

My self-esteem could make a nigga emo

The hate could come from love and baby, we know

I'm my only lover, I'm my only friend

Working on my flaws, I think I'm clocking in

I'm my only weakness

I hope I'm off on the weekends

I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as shit and all alone

I'd rather be hand-to-hand, I just can't do it on my own

I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside

Ooh

I'd rather be broke as hell than rich as shit and all alone

'Cause how I'm gon' pay my bail if no one's pickin' up the phone?

I'd rather be good inside than livin' happy on the outside

Ooh

Sometimes

Even when it's

Mm, ego

We know

Don't ask if I need a tissue

I don't need no ****in' tissue

These ain't tears, they're just something in my eye

So please don't press the issue

Please don't press no buttons

One of these things for self-destruction

Forgot which one, I ain't read instructions

That right there is the key to my suffering

Mama ain't home, five years old

Blue schools raised me, Cheerios saved me

Porno stepfather hid is what changed me

He ain't do a good job, he was too lazy

While I was in daycare

I was in Jay care

No lacefront

This truth, no fake hair

I wish you ain't had me at nineteen

I'd probably grow up better

I wish you would talk to me nicely

I probably would love better

I wish you would read to me every night

I probably would read more

And all of this pain on my back

Gon' have me lookin' like Igor

I put all the hurt in this art of mine

Yeah, it's one more thing on my mind

Just maybe a couple of lullabies

Was all that I needed to fight all the demons

My spirit is beatin', let's pray

Father God, I am just learning how to pray—bear with me

First, I thank you for the life of everything here with me

Then I thank you for the love you give me, why?

I don't know, I don't deserve it and it hurts inside

Many nights I cried and called your name out loud

I didn't call you when I was doing good, too proud

And still, you gave me love, I wasn't used to that

Most of the people that gave me love ended up takin' it back

It's something new to me

So I'm askin' you for time to adjust

Let me make it there, I will be one you can trust

What I stand for, I put my life on, I do

I guess what I'm asking is

Show me how to stand for you

Hush, little baby, don't you cry

Mama's gonna sing you a lullaby

And if that lullaby don't work

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird