Okay
One, three, four still counting sheep, but there's so many to count like
Too many people tryna tell me who to be, and maybe I should listen 'cause
Jesus is hurtin', tryna dig a path for me, and I swear I'm tryna follow but
All I've ever wished is for you to be proud of me, yeah, so proud
Man I wish, my brittle bones ain't feel so hollow
A tree that's stuck within a forest and it's filled with sorrow
I wish I didn't look for life with roots stuck in a bottle
I focus on today cause only God is here tomorrow
I wish on stars, an astronaut that's stuck on Mars
I wish I knew right now that if I'd run I'd make it far
I just can't let it go, a world of lust and fancy cars
Anger management and broken glass, microscopic shards
Wish I had it easy but the Lord has different plans
Father let me die, kill my ego, burn my hands
I wish that when you ask that I could tell you where I stand
But I find solace in discomfort, I'm a broken man
That's how control works, I wish that I could make it end
So I'm okay with pain but only when I know I can
It's only over when I realize that I know I can't
And then I look back over mountains at the path I ran
One, three, four still counting sheep, but there's so many to count like
Too many people tryna tell me who to be, and maybe I should listen 'cause
Jesus is hurtin', tryna dig a path for me, and I swear I'm tryna follow but
All I've ever wished is for you to be proud of me, yeah, so proud
I guess I'll deal with it, I wish I didn't have to
I haven't given up yet, but maybe I'm about to
I wish we never met my love, I just grew up around you
But I'm wandering the Artic and I will be 'til I've found you
I wish I had a grasp on all the blessings that I've had
But I get imposter syndrome 'til I'm high on feeling sad
Is it better to feel good or to be good with feeling bad man
I wish I called my dad, yeah I wish I wish I wish
That this pencil made me hits, but I know that's not my need
I wish I found my peace, I wish that I could sleep
I wish that I had homies who would give me air to breathe
And nobody else that's in my life to drive in my back seats
My smile hides another smile, but that's a different grin
I wish that I could speak with nothing else except this pen
But then I'd have to suffer, manly spirit full of sin
I really wish that I could change my friend but then again
One, three, four still counting sheep, but there's so many to count like
Too many people tryna tell me who to be, and maybe I should listen 'cause
Jesus is hurtin', tryna dig a path for me, and I swear I'm tryna follow but
All I've ever wished is for you to be proud of me, yeah, so proud