Shoving gossip in a glove to see if it fits
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
Maybe, I'm afraid of taking my last breath
No higher power to invite me to the (all white?)
Zero thoughts of all heights
I'll be buried six deep
Blackin' out, forevermore
Always enjoyed my sleep
Dreams been the most comforting, 'cause they don't make sense
How that book make sense?
Look, I am not against you
Wasn't raised with those thoughts
Please believe what you choose to
Wasn't raised with those, please believe what you
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
My life I'm not used to
I've only been here 'bout twenty-six years
Always crave danger, dreadin' the day I shake hands with the reaper
Shook where I'm standin', I am so broken
Why did you take him?
For real, I do not understand
The one that you got preachin' for you
Supposed to convince me that it is all part of your plan
You're rollin' the die in your hand
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
Really not speakin' on this
Murmurs to the one above
"Do we exist?"
Some prefer speakin' with fist
I am above, sometimes it's hard to resist
'Specially when I taste blood, ay
Drownin' with problems, a flood, ay
Searchin' for someone to love, me
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at
Even though he hit twenty-one
You made him fold, blackjack
Where the chips at