Father, I stretch
Stretch my hands to You
Lifelike, this is what your life like, try to?live?your life right
People?really know you, push your buttons?like typewrite
This is like a movie, but it's really very lifelike
Every single night, right, every single fight, right?
I was looking at the 'Gram and I don't even like likes
I was screaming at my dad, he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
I was screaming at the referee just like Mike
Looking for a bright light, Sigel, what your life like
Riding on a white bike, feeling like Excitebike (Stretch my hands to You)
Pressing on the gas, supernova for a night light
Screaming at my dad and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
But nobody never tell you when you're being like Christ
Only ever seeing me only when they needing me
Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET
Searching for a deity, now you wanna see it free
Now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three apiece
Tell me what your life like, turn it down, a bright light
Driving with my dad, and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like" (Stretch my hands to You)
I'm just tryna find, l've been looking for a new way
I'm just really trying not to really do the fool way
I don't have a cool way, being on my best, though
Block 'em on the text though, nothing else next though
Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal (Father, I stretch)
Wrestling with God, I don't really want to wrestle
Man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life (Stretch my hands to You)
Arguing with my dad, and he said, "It ain't Christ-like"
You know, it's like
Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your
I be on my
I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad (Stretch my hands to You)
Give him some advice, he starts spazzing on me
I start spazzing back, He said "That ain't Christ-like"
I said, "Ahhh"