Windows (Shy) (feat. The Holy Spirit)

If you gone talk to Jesus—Talk to Jesus That was for me Father, in the name of Jesus—thank You for Your presence Thank You for giving me this opportunity to bring You glory. Now Father I ask in the name of Jesus that You be glorified in ALL things, Amen Looking out the window at my reflection tryna make it home Thinking about how the people I loved most they wouldn't pick up the phone! Now when they come around I get uncomfortable Duck off get in my zone, in my zone Them obstacles go around the cone Father God They ain't want to see me make it Tell me what they want from me It's too late Bae I already made it Tell me what they want from me Too late for love—it's too late for that Already gave em all I had Ooouu it's too late for that Already gave em all I had—It's too late for that I gave em all I had to give Ooouu it's too late for that late for that I gave em all I had to give Late for that late for that Gave all I had to give thought I was right but they went left—They went left Did it fast Lord they went left Quicker than expected I rise before the sun too early to send a message If I tell them how I feel that mean I ain't learn my lesson Waiting on the sun to rise so it can multiply my blessings Now I got baggage on me Now I got baggage on me But it's gone now Gone now Walking round with people baggage on me But it's gone now Gone now Gone now Gone now Gone now Like I ain't got my own weight Got to sleep in a car with my coat on Got to wake up in a car with my coat on God got me brushing my teeth with a coat on If God ordain it I'll bathe with a coat on So, watch what you say Lookin' at mine you got your own plate They only want what I made Yesterday they ain't know my name Just because you looking at it That don't mean it's what you think Yesterday was at the bank And the day before that I was washing my tail in the sink And the day before that I was in a storage unit sleep on a floor and didn't nobody know Without nothing to drive Now I got some to drive So don't come around me trying to give me a five They want to know what I'm on when I'm on what I'm on I ain't picking up the phone It ain't about no money? I ain't picking up the phone You better off leaving me alone Uh, stargazing Wake up meditate before I pray then I stay in my lane I couldn't find an outlet to empty my pain I was hopping I ain't know I could sing! From the court to the front street but some people call it the back Seen somebody I knew with a spread I had to get a sack show me once I'm on it like a tack I was doing that for a minute Messed around and got the hang of it Getting it in by the bus load Got arrested while the train coming As you can see it wasn't meant to be Bible on me sitting next to me I had to do it a little different But it's all love to the ones still mixing