Lord, I need you to wrap your arms around meWrap your arms around with your mercyLord, I need you to wrap your arms around meI give up on doin’ things my wayAnd tell me everything is going to be alright, lordWhen you said give me a ring, you really meant a ring, huh?Turned out to be more than just a fling, huh?Three hours to get back from palm springs, huh?Who you know spend an hour in walgreens, huh?You know you’ll always be my favorite prom queenEven when we in dad shoes, or mom jeansToo many complaints made it hard for me to thinkWould you shut up? I can’t hear myself drinkWe used to do the freak like seven days a week(wheezy outta here)It’s the best collab since taco bell and kfc, uhTalk to me nicely, don’t come at me loudYou had a benz at sixteen, I could barely afford an audiHow you gonna try to say sometimes it’s not about meMan, I don’t know what I would do without meBillionaire sport, step up to the courtThey rented a room, we bought the resort
God got me, baby, god got the childrenThe devil run the playground but god own the buildin’Time went silence, a luxuryCussin’ at your baby momma, guess that’s why they call it custodyGod got us baby, god got the childrenThe devil run the playground but god own the buildin’Time and space is a luxuryBut you came here to show that you still in love with meStartin’ to feel like you ain’t been happy for me lately, darlin’‘member when you used to come around and serenade me, woahBut I guess it’s gone different in a different direction latelyTryna do the right thing with the freedomThat you gave me (wheezy outta here)Your gun off safety, speak first don’t break meHarsh words, you’re angryLord, don’t take me, oh, ohLord, I need you to wrap your arms around meWrap your arms around with your mercyLord, I need you to wrap your arms around meI give up on doin’ things my wayAnd tell me everything is going to be alright, lordWheezy outta here