Now for sobriety,
I'm done with the talk-ups

Swearing like it's my job
I hope you get the memo
I feel like ****
When I talk this horrible

Speak the gospel
I speak atrocities

Not acting like Jesus,
But I hope my momma's proud of me

Split standards,
Two houses,
I know one's proud
Or maybe neither,
I dunno,
I'm just typing out-loud.