It's Bristol, baby
I think the Lord gave me too many chances
I started workin' on my habits
I think my girl gave me too many chances
I look to me like I'm a savage, mm

I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh)

I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh)

Woah-oh-oh



All of my flaws, I can't ignore it

I've been a dawg, I done it all, I know, I'm sorry

It's not your fault that you love me, I've been dishonest

It's like I'm heartless

But you know I, I can give you the world if I tried

To put my pride to the side, but my mind

Keeps me from showin' you things that I hide

But you know I, I



At thе top of my lungs, cryin', "God, get us out the trench"

All of my dawgs gotta ball, wе off the bench

I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed



I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

I started workin' on my habits (Oh, oh, oh)

I think my girl gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

I look to me like I'm a savage (Oh, oh, oh)

I think my bros gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

I feel my loyalty is damaged (Oh, oh, oh)

I think my pops gave me too many chances (Oh, oh, oh)

My self-reflection bein' challenged (Oh, oh, oh)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh



At the top of my lungs, cryin', "God get us out the trench"

All of my dawgs gotta ball, we off the bench

I don't feel I deserve to be as blessed



I think the Lord gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)

I started workin' on my habits (Chances, chances)

I think my girl gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)

I look to me like I'm a savage, uh (Chances, chances)

I think my bros gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)

I feel my loyalty is damaged (Chances, chances)

I think my pops gave me too many chances (Chances, chances)

And I don't think that I can manage (Chances, chances)

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh