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Andrew Wells Vocalist - Pray To God For Your Mother Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tilian]
Surprise, uh-oh
Didn't think I’d have to answer for the lies I told myself
At least not so soon
Goodbye, uh-oh
To adrenaline and ambition comply
Gotta look inside myself for another reason to live

[Pre-Chorus: Tilian]
Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid
Think I hit the limit
But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute
Think that I can pivot

[Chorus: Jon Mess & Tilian]
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams
That I will learn from the cut when I bleed
That I'm a tank, I’m a goddamn machine, uh
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams
That I deserve to deliver my dream
That my name will light up the marquee, yuh

[Post-Chorus: Jon Mess]
Blame it all on the lamest dude
Blame it all on the payment due
Blame it all on the fragrant food
Pray to God for your mother
Always wonder what you gon' do
Come to terms with a painful truth
Pray to God that we make it through
Pray to God for your mother
[Verse 2: Tilian]
Tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out
You wanna tap out
But you feel ashamed to back out
What would your friends and your family say?
Uh-oh, didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself
At least not so soon

[Pre-Chorus: Tilian]
Depending on the medicine to keep my colors vivid
Think I hit the limit
But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute
Think that I can pivot

[Chorus: Jon Mess & Tilian]
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams
That I will learn from the cut when I bleed
That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, uh
Part of me wants to believe that I will not come apart at the seams
That I deserve to deliver my dream
That my name will light up the marquee, yuh

[Post-Chorus: Jon Mess]
Blame it all on the lamest dude
Blame it all on the payment due
Blame it all on the fragrant food
Pray to God for your mother
Always wonder what you gon' do
Come to terms with a painful truth
Pray to God that we make it through
Pray to God for your mother
[Outro: Jon Mess]
Scream, explain?
You do it ’til you’re trained
My voice is like my horoscope
I'm Scorpio, I’m strange
I tried to tame my brain
I admit it was in vain
I let it go, it flows
It knows I cannot do a thing
I got grips and I got stocks
I got barrels with an ox
Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered
All this writing on my walls
Built them up to break my fall
Now I'm cold enough, I can’t be angered