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