VERSE ONE
I'm not a perfectionist, I'm insecure
And I won't fold that up in a metaphor of juicy manure
My lil ego got to peepholes in its box
It send cheat codes to my trauma like it's key coding my flop
Breaching evil like a lil Ka-Ka-Knievel, and I'm not
Brave enough to believe my pen can be lethal in the dark
So I'm holding onto pressure like my stomach ain't in knots
I don't need it, but it's gon' feel like a baby if it drop

CHORUS
Oooohhh
I got a fear of failing my job
Bae, let me tell you my clock stop
Pop, lock, twirl, drop
I'm not that girl
But watch me get down
Cause God came and broke off a foot in my smile
Saying to mе
It's not perfect simply cause it compеte
However you work it
It's perfect, darling, cause it's complete

VERSE TWO
Anxiety really be like, "watchu mean?"
"Sugar you about as clueless as a bird on a plane with sky blue seats
A part of being free is admitting to you and me
That a dream is just a corny condition of your release
But I'mma chill, ain't no tension with and me
I just figured that you could probably do something with the degree
Cause the mirror not gettin cuter, career is a rumor
And you Lecrae with how you pitching every goal out of Reach

Why don't you quit I think I got something for you to repeat
A cycle of doubt if you tryna handlebars in the heat
Lil misses, you got detention inside your body
Flinch and I'll get the itch to ruin a hobby
I'm gifted I play positions in every lobby
You wishing upon a Christmas that never stopped me
Oooh, you be trying and you stay can't hold me
Cause player outfitted in the sheets of your lonely

CHORUS

VERSE THREE
(But my God)
Would you believe all the sounds that go bump at night
Are a threat to your safety or could be magnified in your mind?
Same with the voice inside- takes a picture of something true
Then distorts it, it's important, as God I determine truth
Privilege of point of view, and the point of you is for love
That inner critic is crafty, but isn't crafty enough
I'm the one who ordered all of your steps, and every breath
Conforming you to my image, by giving perfection up
(Ooooohhhhh)
OUTRO
I got
Fear of failing my job
Bae, let me tell you my clock stop
Pop, lock, twirl when I-
Uh
Yea