I know I've had a few, but doesn't mean that I'm too bust
Couldn't drive right now but it doesn't mean I had too much
K, maybe just a bit more than the road allows for
Believe me I could pound more
Ten rounds gone since round four
They tell me I'm a lightweight,
Tell me how the look on my face is priceless
Blood red, toe to head, never could I have enough vices
I should call a taxi, but I got no cash left
But even if I had cash, I still can't think of my address
That's why I'm talking to You, God
Everybody tears off,
Please stay with me in the backseat till the buzz wears off
I'm sorry we don't talk much, I hate that we lost touch
What You must think of me, how I only call You when I'm drunk
And You deserve better from me
There's a third world country begging for some rain
While I dry-heave in the back alley junk heap
I'm gonna stop now after another shot
How could it hurt?
Couldn't hurt any worse knowing how I let myself down

It's 4:30 AM, coat's covered in vomit
Eyes roll back quick, mom, I know this isn't what you wanted
Son's so blitzhed and he can't even find his apartment
Stumble on the sidewalk in the darkness
Onlookers are heartless
Mama, please just tell me that you ain't angry
I remember Sunday school when you told me that He'd save me
If I just asked Him, God, please tell me how to ask right
I'll do it right now in front of all these triple X blacklights
I'll even hit my knees like I seen thepeople do on TV
I've seen 'em raise their hands up high, I'll try anything
Baptize me in the rain with the second hand smoke and the methane
While the man on the corner with the Bible in his hand goes insane
With the bass from the strip club as the makeshift doxology
God, I'm so exhausted, but I wanna offer You all of me
The little bit that's left,
The little kid that left
Home with the Gospel and the scent of cheap liquor on his breath
The little bit that's left,
The little kid that left
Home with the Gospel and the scent of cheap liquor on his breath

Mama sang so sweet
I surrender all
Daddy hugged me tight
I surrender all
I was five years old
I surrender all
Papa cried for me
I surrender all
Brothers prayed for me
I surrender all
That song saved me
I surrender all
All y'all saved me
I surrender all
All y'all saved me
I surrender all

Produced by Heath McNease, Red Umbrella and For Beats' Sake