Jamila Woods, Peter Cottontale — Keys, Wallet, Phone, God

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Found myself a home, this house is not alone
This heart is where the phone is, please pick up my tone

I been awake in lies, a nightmare through the day
I carry all these bags, one glad morning I’m away
I’m a wall on the fly, the caged bird cries
I know why, I know why, I know why

What you do not need you must leave it behind you
What you do not need you must leave it behind you
What you do not need you must leave it behind you
What you do not need you must leave it behind you

Got a lot of stuff in my pocket now
I pray to my God, pray it don’t weigh me down, no
How you gon’ look at the ground but ask for the sun
And how you gon’ ask for the time but not look at your watch, oh
to feel it now, the ceilin’ now, crackin’ the ceilin’ now

It’s not healin’ now
And when they walk, walk home
And you got no more room for love
When it rains, it floods
And when it’s all said and done
I can’t leave no house without my God
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