verse 1 it s not like me to be a young boy me i m a grown man you hear me it s not like me to feel lost in the sauce thinking i m a boss when god knows the plan it s not like me no it s not like me it s not like me to think i d never change cause there s no telling who i might be in my brain i m just tired of all the lies tired of all these sins fake friends friendships break and then they mend shake hands but it feels like it s pretend i m mad at all these e mails i never send it s how to love when you feel like they ll turn against you it almost makes you feel like you wishing they never met you when you getting slain ain t nobody one there to catch you i just know god is who i need to get to chorus father forgive us we re all sinners so we lift our hands and say god we surrender surrender verse 2 does it even really matter all the shows i do is popping all the charts that i am topping does it even matter all this knowledge i am dropping all the while you searching for his presence like you christmas shopping why are these the days of our lives we just trying to survive suited up like a pavarotti i m singing a different tune while the world is heading for doom just stop me yall see what i ve been doing yall see what i ve been posting everybody been looking everybody keep boasting what it is america start praying where all my people while these young bodies is laying shot town chi city mind called to grow harvest is plentiful so many souls time to make a move it s getting out of control there s always going to be thorns when you preaching he rose chorus father forgive us we re all sinners so we lift our hands and say god we surrender surrender verse 3 everybody wanna be right everybody at church on sunday shoutin jesus christ catwalking down the runway to eternal life everybody thinking they living that s why they sleep at night against the very people that god made god saves those who he s called we assume that we know his way and we say things like we know who saved pointing the finger from the standpoint of perfection we don t miss behave everybody gotta a lot to type gotta lot to say but when it comes to talking to god they don t know what to pray everybody wanna follow hype but when it dies down and the tax fade all they see is a black shade but you a slave for thinking you ain t the same assuming the throne that reigns you ain t god you a pain you claim the king but forget the same blood in his vains was shed for those who would beckon his name chorus father forgive us we re all sinners so we lift our hands and say god we surrender surrender