| I can't ignore it man | |
| I can't ignore it man | |
| No | |
| Man | |
| I don't wanna put away | |
| I don't wanna put away | |
| But I don't want to ruin my life | |
| I'm trying to live my own theology but I'm still confronted by my own hypocrisy | |
| I've lost count of all the ways I contradict the things I say in things I pray | |
| And when I recite from my own Bible against my own Christ | |
| Man I love Him to the core but it's still a struggle trying to love Him even more | |
| Yes I wanna finish well never bring shame | |
| And never sprinkle dirt on the son of God's name | |
| I wanna stand firm I wanna end strong | |
| But I be so afraid that I'm gonna end wrong | |
| And provide for my self again and supply for my selfish sin | |
| In spite of the knowledge You are a perfect friend | |
| Lord hold me up I know You hear me praying saying | |
| I don't wanna put away | |
| I don't wanna put away | |
| But I don't want to ruin my life | |
| How is it that if something being loved with the taste scrape crumbs off the plate | |
| Let none go to waste keep eating in it eating in it take a drink eating in it | |
| Bout a week later put none to your face exact same ingredients numb to the taste | |
| Is my tongue in the way am I dark am I fake | |
| Or am I just exhausted appetite lost it is my heart cold or is it just frosted | |
| How long is my crave is is my hunger my thirst is | |
| Having a relapse for idol God worship | |
| I know this is dangerous wrong and deceit but it's looking so sweet like bon-a-petit | |
| I know God is my Father and I am His son | |
| He provides for me I should not jump the gun | |
| Said I know this is dangerous wrong and deceit but it's looking so sweet like bon-a-petit | |
| Voila | |
| Then I have to tell myself He was tempted to provide for Himself too | |
| Dry desert no food forty days forty nights think His appetite | |
| Wasn't like Eve's or the Israelites or like yours or like mine | |
| Then the serpent came right time right lies | |
| But He chose to be father not fed make the same choice resist the devil's bread | |
| I don't wanna put away | |
| Don't wanna put away | |
| I don't want to ruin my life | |
| Here we go |