Breakfast on the Sly

Sharp tissue

Got to know the reasons

You've never taken steps

Lock it down

What we rely on

Except for what we accept

We're not damned

What your man said

I cannot push it away

When you're ready for you

I got my pride

God yes, yeah

With crawling

I got nothing on me

With something

To rely on

That dear little me

Where do I go to live

For the moments

We got no reason to stop