Uneducated, famous but I hate it Got to blind walk, but I'll find out Shit don't matter if you made it out All my problems are from problematic people Now, fuck about my fucking ego I just bought a house, and now it's empty Vacant like my bedroom, my baby left me a note She said she left me for more legroom How, come I feel so empty when I'm full of doubt? So imperfect, manufactured Sold and broken, made of sand Proud of the man I am, sometimes I am A handful when I'm reaching for your hand Rest my fingers, let it linger, wonder if you understand? I know I'm alright I've been blessed but praying only when I can I look to God when things look hard A barking dog and dirty hands Born in '02, but I owe you everything from rich to rags I remember Christmas at St. Annes Everybody leaves at the end of the story, even you And that's when you grabbed my hand Told me your plans for the day Strawberry yogurt you took from the pantry Oh, you look so pretty when you look my way (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (No, It's not what I'm used to) (Oh, and it's not who I am) (It's not what I'm used to, oh) (Not who I am) No, it's not what I'm used to Mmm, and it's not who I am Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah No, it's not what I'm used to Mmm, and it's not who I am Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah No, it's not what I'm used to Mmm, and it's not who I am Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah No, it's not what I'm used to Mmm, and it's not who I am Ooh, It's not what I'm used to, woah