Heaven Help Me

7:30 Flippin' pages What's the hurry? That shit's contagious And on a Sunday mornin' All I know Don't give a shit about it now Heaven help me I don't need answers Don't have to tell me To mind my manners Cause none of that matters now Ooh Heaven help me I'll outgrow it And if it's heavy now I'll hold it It's never-ending And complicated So stop pretending You comprehend it And the meaning of it all Ooh Heaven help me I'll outgrow it And if it's heavy now I'll hold it Aah ooh