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letra de repent - dakoda rollins

[verse 1]
life’s a little less than perfect probably ’cause i didn’t practice
practice makes perfect which makes you wanna go at it
i can’t expect to form greatness like a habit
coming through clutch is never automatic
it’s hard tryna be a saint and a savage, i don’t bat a lash at your batting average. i’d rather take a walk with christ than get a hit off him for a little cabbage. but i’ve still blasphemed, i promise my soul is tragic
my guilt is scheming, waking up old demons
the enemy is the inner me. i’m tucking my tail. can’t let love enter me
salvation’s not a checklist. i tell them i know
i remember that wooden cross with that ransom note
i got past afflictions, stupid decisions preventing me from having visions
i felt so low i ran away from my mission
went from set apart to isolation
congregation to condemnation
covenants to convenience
aaronic to abomination

[chrorus]
heavenly father is looking at me like, “oh no. dakoda is at it again.”
i’m paying more than 10%, i’m tryna make up for the cost of my sins
when i’m sacrament i talk the smallest bread and least amount of water
i just need forgiveness from the father. i just need to repent

[verse 2]
gotta do this right; no holding a rosary tight!
whole grain makes you whole again, h-2-0 god the eternal father
know that i’m unclean, know she was 14
i hate to think if that was my daughter
don’t wanna go as a casualty, i wanna go as a martyr
i once took all of the mirrors out my house ’cause i couldn’t stand to even look at myself
i saw a reflection of a rebellion. my, my what a h-llion
all i saw was pain, garments all stained, borderline insane
but i can’t track dirt in the house. put that coal in my mouth
i can’t doubt my faith but i can doubt my doubts
it’s hard for me to let it go ’cause i’ve only seen it through the eyes of a sinner
if you’re the bread of life, then i wanna be a real bread winner
when we needed change, an apex of elation and eternal life, you rose to the occasion
i’m god’s problem child, at least that’s how it feels
but i’m the beneficiary of my father’s will

[chorus]

- dakoda rollins

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