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Yeah Can't explain the pain I felt in my chest Except I might as well've been in cardiac arrest Ok yup I should of cheated on you, I mean The same outcome anyway I think I need amazing grace 'Cause nowadays I look in the mirror and somehow see my father's face Could you feel my dedication without hesitation? I was prayin' the break we were takin' Was nothing more than an elongated painful segue into reunification Was I crazy? Wrote you a love letter every single day and- Basically it was just a godamn waste of- Time Man, you're amazing Knew what you want, still drew it out That's so foul that it's flagrant Alone in this apartment pacing Brain racing like a thoroughbred, angst and- Sick of you controlling the narrative So I'm a let it all hang out tonight Witness my testimony Let's begin with this: I'm sorry I hurt you No I'm not I'm sorry I ever met you On second thought On second thought On second thought I'm sorry I hurt you No I'm not I'm sorry I ever met you On second thought (Yeah) On second thought Upon... 'Hov said: "don't run from the pain, go towards it" Guess I gotta be a masochist to move forward So this self-imposed torture And I want it now more than ever Shit, I perform better under pressure Ain't a scale on Earth that could measure My will to rise to any challenge Chemical imbalance I don't know how to quit Failure ain't a reality, more like an allergy Will not be a casualty, that would be a travesty I'm royalty Turn setbacks to comebacks and persevere Running my own race, no competition amongst peers 'Cause that would make us the same and we far from that Story destined for the pages of history texts and almanacs Who had a nervous breakdown in New York? You Oh, you didn't get the part in Hamilton? So sorry boo Broke up over the phone and lied to get out the lease too Tell 'em 'bout my syrup use, I'm embrace truth Truly Yours Mr. Wonderful I'm sorry I hurt you No I'm not (Nope) I'm sorry I ever met you On second thought (Karma's a bitch, just like you) On second thought (I pray one day you get what's coming' to you) On second thought I'm sorry I hurt you No I'm not (Naw) I'm sorry I ever met you On second thought (Swear this be the realest shit I ever spoke) (I don't give a fuck) On second thought On second thought ...Upon further reflection
Writer(s): Harold Shields Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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