When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

I'm just fulfillin' my destiny I'm just fulfillin' my destiny (all day) To the death of me, I'm just fulfillin' my destiny I talk to God like, "What's next for me?" Fulfillin' my destiny, yeah I'm just fulfillin' my destiny, yeah I told y'all I'm a

Oh, any other, any other way I cannot explain it The system only dreams in total darkness Why are you hiding from me? We’re in a different kind of thing now All night you’re talking to God We said we’d only die of lonely secrets And I cannot explain it

I've got to be that someone that you're with Oh god, I want to be that someone that you're with And I can talk about it all day long till I run out of breath But I still want to be that someone that you're with And I'm pacing by the phone 'Cause I hate

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and

Turn them heaadphones up To my man Nigga no, yo I kick that progress and to that dumb nigga god bless I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit Now you rock the best scared to death while you walkin Fuckin up the talkin we straight up New

You've talking about your woman, I wish to God, man, that you could see You're talking about your woman, I wish to God that you could see mine Every time the little girl start to loving, she bring eyesight to the blind Lord, her daddy must been a

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

Wanna make love, she ain't even in denial (in denial) Do it on my jet, let's keep this private She wants me too, she ain't even in denial (denial) Seen the way you talkin' up my phone last night, on God (talkin' on the phone) We can get away-ay, maybe to