[Intro]
It's Bristol, baby

[Chorus]
I think the Lord gave me too many chances
I started workin' on my habits
I think my girl gave me too many chances
I look to me like I'm a savage, mm
I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh)
I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh)
Woah-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
All of my flaws, I can't ignore it
I've been a dawg, I done it all, I know, I'm sorry
It's not your fault that you love me, I've been dishonest
It's like I'm heartless
But you know I, I can give you the world if I tried
To put my pride to the side, but my mind
Keeps me from showin' you things that I hide
But you know I, I

[Pre-Chorus]
At thе top of my lungs, cryin', "God, get us out the trench"
All of my dawgs gotta ball, wе off the bench
I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed

[Chorus]
I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
I started workin' on my habits (Oh, oh, oh)
I think my girl gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
I look to me like I'm a savage (Oh, oh, oh)
I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh)
I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)
My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
At the top of my lungs, cryin', "God get us out the trench"
All of my dawgs gotta ball, we off the bench
I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed

[Chorus]
I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)
I started workin' on my habits (Chances, chances)
I think my girl gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)
I look to me like I'm a savage, uh (Chances, chances)
I think my bros gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)
I feel my loyalty is damaged (Chances, chances)
I think my pops gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)
And I don't think that I can manage (Chances, chances)
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh