Kumbaya

OK OK OK let me breathe a little now

I just parked my demons on the other side of town

If I pay the meter I’ll get in my feelings

I should take the ticket and start praying kumbaya

Every time I get a little closer

To getting up and brushing off my shoulders

They creep up and get a little closer

Oh my lord, it’s getting harder every day

Well I’ve spent all morning on the ropes (Ali)

I think I might have made it worse

I’ve lost control

(I was filling my glass

Then choked up with the grass

Took too much that I passed out)

I was first in my class

Now i’m pushing for last

Couldn’t stomach the past

I can’t get it right

Every time I get a little closer

To getting up and brushing off my shoulders

They creep up and get a little closer

Oh my lord, it’s getting harder every day

Well maybe I should go to war with my ID

When solo maybe i should start a fire in myself

Every time I get a little closer

To getting up and brushing off my shoulders

They creep up and get a little closer

Oh my lord, it’s getting harder every day