Jesus Lived In A Motel Room

I had to tell you
Don’t you feel fear
Done telling people no need to say
I had to tell you
Why can’t you hear
Anxiety surrounding me
I had to tell you
There’s no big deal
It happens all the time
So honestly not a thing to fix
My mama always told me
Don’t waste a minute
Nirvana as how it is

And papa always told me
Vigilance vivid
Or you will loose what you got
Then they both tried to warn me
Closed door falls into silence
I’m drifted too far away
Then it went out of sight and
No outline’s left

Now time to go back
Ocean of tears
Before the sailing gotta turn back
Now it’s the time to go back
My tongue can make or break
Before I slip and realize

Yeah, it’s the time to go back
He hasn’t figured out
Guess I should have to go back
Maybe I’m bout to go to hell
Some things are roaming
It’s so hard to pull it out

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
I look for my bible to shore
Think I left my bible ’bout around here somewhere
So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
No, I should better get down on my knees
Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be
Focus on to focus I close my eyes
Then Oye yells

Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
I look for my bible to shore
Think I left my bible ’bout around here somewhere
So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
No, I should better get down on my knees
Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be
Focus on to focus I close my eyes
Then Oye yells