Uneducated, famous but I hate it
Got to blind walk, but I'll find out
Shit don't matter if you made it out
All my problems are from problematic people
Now, fuck about my fucking ego
I just bought a house, and now it's empty
Vacant like my bedroom, my baby left me a note
She said she left me for more legroom
How, come I feel so empty when I'm full of doubt?
So imperfect, manufactured
Sold and broken, made of sand
Proud of the man I am, sometimes I am
A handful when I'm reaching for your hand
Rest my fingers, let it linger, wonder if you understand?
I know I'm alright
I've been blessed but praying only when I can
I look to God when things look hard
A barking dog and dirty hands
Born in '02, but I owe you everything from rich to rags
I remember Christmas at St. Annes
Everybody leaves at the end of the story, even you
And that's when you grabbed my hand
Told me your plans for the day
Strawberry yogurt you took from the pantry
Oh, you look so pretty when you look my way
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(No, It's not what I'm used to)
(Oh, and it's not who I am)
(It's not what I'm used to, oh)
(Not who I am)
No, it's not what I'm used to
Mmm, and it's not who I am
Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah
No, it's not what I'm used to
Mmm, and it's not who I am
Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah
No, it's not what I'm used to
Mmm, and it's not who I am
Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah
No, it's not what I'm used to
Mmm, and it's not who I am
Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah
