| I’m sinning and it feel right |
| Sometimes it just be like that |
| Said we need to talk? |
| Told you I’ll just be right back |
| Sinning and it feel right |
| Shouldn’t have given me a piece of that |
| Now we need to talk babe |
| But I can’t convey what I need to say |
| So I’d rather throw it all away |
| Can’t wrap my head around the integrity of the motions |
| Knowing that I don’t have to and could just let it be like |
| Like my emotions surf on 'em slightly blurry like gaussian |
| Whenever I’m coasting, embrace the erosion |
| Of walls we’ve created in desolate places |
| With make-believe «emancipation» in parentheses |
| These pieces needing Jesus still the most |
| Or an outlet not growing stale and then ghost |
| Making you wanna go, kill for it, die for it |
| If required put all of the superficial to the side for it |
| But can’t decide, If I’d let it envelop my inner me |
| Disconnecting the cable and let go of my identity |
| Feeling free, hoping how it’s finna be |
| When it’s just you and me, diving into who I be |
| And who I’ve been, on a venture with no end |
| If we keep coming back to when I get off track |
| I’m sinning and it feel right |
| Sometimes it just be like that |
| Said we need to talk? (talk!) |
| Told you I’ll just be right back |
| Cuz I’m sinning and it feel right |
| Shouldn’t have given me a piece of that |
| Now we need to talk babe |
| But I can’t convey what I need to say |
| So I’d rather throw it all away |