If you ask the church then I am no believer


I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates
Not many people want me at their parties
Tryna find my place, some place
And I drink a little more than recommended
This world ain’t exactly what my heart expected
Tryna find my way someway

See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free

If you ask the church then I am no believer
Spend Sundays asleep, I'm just another dreamer
Still tryna find my home sweet home, oh I, oh I, oh I
And I guess I ain’t too good for money neither
I got two left feet, no, I'm no Jackson either
Just tryna find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I



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