Lord I Need You

Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me

Wrap your arms around with your mercy

Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me

I give up on doin' things my way

And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh

When you said give me a ring, you really meant a ring, huh?

Turned out to be more than just a fling, huh?

Three hours to get back from Palm Springs, huh?

Who you know spend an hour in Walgreens, huh?

You know you'll always be my favorite prom queen

Even when we in dad shoes or mom jeans

Too many complaints made it hard for me to think

Would you shut up? I can't hear myself drink

We used to do the freak like seven days a week

It's the best collab since Taco Bell and KFC, uh

Talk to me nicely, don't come at me loud

You had a Benz at sixteen, I could barely afford an Audi

How you gon' try to say sometimes it's not about me?

Man, I don't know what I would do without me

Billionaire sport, step up to the court

They rented a room, we bought the resort

God got me, baby, God got the children

The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin'

Time with silence, a luxury

Cussin' at your baby momma, guess that's why they call it custody

God got us baby, God got the children

The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin'

Time and space is a luxury

But you came here to show that you still in love with me

Startin' to feel like you ain't been happy for me lately, darlin'

'Member when you used to come around and serenade me, whoa

But I guess it's gone different in a different direction lately

Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me

(Wheezy outta here)

Your gun off safety

Speak first, don't break me

Harsh words, you're angry

Lord, don't take me, oh, oh

Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me

Wrap your arms around with your mercy

Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me

I give up on doin' things my way

And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh (Wheezy outta here)