God's Favorite

Dior Goodjohn

Composición de: Dior goodjohn
It's a hell of a ride
It's the thrill and the chase
It's the fear of the fake
What if I don't see through all the lies

This should be heaven on earth
And I should trust I deserve
To get the final things out of life

I try my best, but its still not enough
So in my head when they call me God's Favorite
I just can't help, but invalidate it
Hope I'll learn to love it, but I hate it
My heart, my mind
So up, so high (So high)
And I don't know why
I still don't really feel like God's Favorite

It's the running me dry
It's the keeping my shirt
It's the acting all tough
But, losing track of my trips on the side

It's the counting the steps
Running till I'm out of breath
Praying they don't see the sleep in my eyes

I try my best, but its still not enough
So in my head when they call me God's Favorite
I just can't help, but invalidate it
Hope I'll learn to love it, but I hate it
My heart, my mind
So up, so high
And I don't know why
I still don't really feel like

The birds keep on singing, guess it must be true
Been up, all night, praying, but it ain't no use
Heaven's up there screaming, tryna get me through
Even when I think I do

I still don't really feel like
God's Favorite
I just can't help, but invalidate it
Hope I'll learn to love it, but I hate it
My heart, my mind
So up, so high
And I don't know why
I still don't really feel like God's Favorite

(Feel like)

And I don't know why
I still don't really feel like God's
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