It's not you, it's me Hey God, it's me, what's up? It's the hypocrite I know you tryna' talk, but I ain't listening And I got way too many things all up on my mind But I would really appreciate it if You could send a sign 'Cause man, I really feel like I could make it If I just had the right cosign, swear I could take it I just hope that Your sign and my cosign Are always on the same side, and I'm sorry for that tangent but I'm tryna' be the opposite of Marilyn Manson I really can't afford to be out here looking rancid Could never force the faith, I know You want it to be candid And forever I am grateful for You setting the standard They're like "NXTMIKE, your music really speaks to me" But You're like "NXTMIKE, I hope that you would speak to me" Believe me, I'm tryna' get up on these actions but Lucy tryna' come at me with all of these distractions I need you to pray for me! I need You to save me! I need you to pray for me! I need You to save me! (I swear I really need You)