Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

They sent the letters of intent, I wrote mine in the dark

Didn't need a collared shirt, to prove I had the heart

They raised hands in chapel, then they left me in the yard

If I'd vanished from that school, would it even make a mark?

I saw Fr. Friend bring the manger to mass

Lit the candles in his robe, crowd in the back

Advent came, and I felt so relaxed

God said, "You got the wrong ones, cut thе slack"

Verse 2

Prod. Emerald:

Thеy was talking all that confirmation

But ain’t living the vows they was making

They get wasted on the weekends

While I was writing songs, not faking

She told me I was just too much

But it's funny how they all switched up

Now they post quotes with fake love

While I leveled up, still prayed up

Verse 3

Prod. Emerald:

Used to sit alone at lunch, now I skipped a line

Felt like exile for a year, undefined

I ain't need your little circles, I've been doing fine

God showed me who I was and he gave me time

But I'm up now, not out of pride

Just learned not to wait for the wrong reply

I've been talking to the ones who stay inside

While the rest just go when the pain get tight

Got my name on the track, not a team vote

Didn't win the new crowd, I earned my quote

Didn't throw shade, I just sipped the bowl

And like God do, what he do the most

Chorus / Refrain

Prod. Emerald:

Confirmation class, said, "You're one of us"

But that mean nothing when they all turn to dust

When the group chat died, I still showed up

Guess fate don't mean that it's all luck

They said it's all luck

How you got up?

Baby it's all love

Baby it's all love

Verse 4 / Repeat Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

They sent the letters of intent

I wrote mine in the dark

Didn't need a collared shirt

To prove I had the heart

They raised hands in chapel

Then they left me in the yard

If I'd vanished from that school

Would it even make a mark?

I saw Fr. Friend bring the manger to mass

Lit the candles in his robe, crowd in the back

Advent came and I felt so relaxed

God said, "You got the wrong ones, cut the slack"

They was talking all that confirmation

But ain’t living the vows they was making

They get wasted on the weekends

While I was writing songs, not faking