God, Myself, Her

You said you’re with me but/
You left me hanging and/
Now I wonder if/
You had it planned out and/
Can we reset I’m/
Feeling lost/
Blaming God for things that I have wronged so//
Break everything I know my God/
And flame everyone inside/
Her lungs//
My hands are cold/
My hands are tied/
And my hands are old/
My hands are worn/
My hands are frail/
And my hands were formed//
(oh)
My hands are cold/
My hands are tied/
And my hands are old/
My hands are worn/
My hands are frail/
And my hands were formed//
And when you fall in the city will you hold on/
Will you hold on/
Won’t be that long baby, i’ll be right there waiting for you hold on/
Will you hold on/
Hold my hand and i’ll guide you, cause the light in your heart isn’t too gone/
Just come along/
And i’ll watch you honey, break out of your shell and we’ll move on/
Yeah we’ll move on/
Yeah we’ll move on/
Parris Chariz:
(Yeah, yeah)
You break me outta my shell/
Taking me deeper than i ever been you know me well/
Before my momma even had me took a woman from my rib/
They say they love me but you showed me what it is/
Open up both of your hands lemme know truth/
Picking me up i’m gon' land down in my doom/
Please don’t let go my hand oh i need you/
I was doubting yo plans now i got truth/
Round full for the pie now/
New fro who do old wave/
From Motown to da ok/
No more free for a cold feature/
Bag full of them old words/
Letter wrote from my old bird/
Let her fly away in the cold wind/
We get all wins like a cold breeze/
Big bucks like the greek freak/
On road like a street sweeper/
No watch used to clock haters/
New times now i pray for 'em/
Tryna turn my momma porch into a balcony/
Take my hand n' we gon' float like ain’t no gravity/
Yeah///