Trying To Do It Right

Mother was a saint
Father was a sinner
Trying to do it right
Um
My mother was a saint
Father was a sinner
Just trying to do it right in this world of go figure
Trying to make tonight a little something of a winner
Adrenaline and stage fright
One hell of a mixture
Look em dead in the eye
Wonder if they ever notice
These days mama’s boy
Ain’t nearly so precocious
Stage lights help me take it out
Blink it out
Make em all look like they done seen a ghost
Boo
Who that though
Really it’s an actor
Balance on the precipice
Trying to lean back, oh
You ain’t cool man you look fucking foolish
Feels like them mortifying times you had in school shit
Hey miss, can I steal some perspective
Cos from up here its all looking kinda hectic
Wanna know how it looks from outside the snow globe
So I can go home
Light this motherfucker up and wreck shit
Mother was a saint
Father was a sinner
Trying to do it right
Um
My mother was a saint
Dad was a flawed man
Who taught me to be a winner
And so my inner circle full of those I shared dinner with
The same ones who I know
Got my back all the way through the winter
Waddup
But some of even the closest
With whom I share sofas
Still don’t know me from a barber so
Keep em at arms length
The only way to cope
When the going gets tough
And the bluff starts to show
I get so caught up in the undertow
Looking for the subtext with a microscope
Particularly when the issues so microscopic
And I’d like to drop it
But somehow I can’t let go
So where’d that leave us?
Sitting home watching reruns?
No, cos I’mma take fate just however she comes
Make some of y’all put up your hands
No preacher
And turn these sleepless nights into dreams
You believe that?