I know sometimes you hate yourself
I know sometimes you need some help
But it's hard to find
So you find yourself here in my bed
Confessin' things while my fingers run through your hair
Uh, I ain't gon' diagnose you, I ain't gon' try to fix you
You could treat this present moment like a real live finsta
All the things you did that you could never tell your mom or sister
All that shyt you pray about that weigh you down, yeah, I forgive you
What gets you wetter than acceptance?
You ain't gotta be no angel in my presence
We all got a past that points to where we headed
Ain't it funny how your scars all point in my direction?
So under this blacklight, I'll give you this black pipe
I give you permission to do the things you like
Said, under this blacklight, I'll give you thisβ uh
I give youβ uh, to do the things you like