Breakfast on the Sly

Sharp tissue
Got to know the reasons
You’ve never taken steps
Lock it down
What we rely on
Except for what we accept
We’re not damned
What your man said
I cannot push it away
When you’re ready for you
I got my pride
God yes, yeah
With crawling
I got nothing on me
With something
To rely on
That dear little me
Where do I go to live
For the moments
We got no reason to stop