Become who you are, Got a head start to going nowhere The rush of our youth, now we'd do anything to go back At least I would Took a nap on your bed, Oh the weight of your breath made me quiver Took off my shoes, because I knew That intentions aren't easy to hide So we sat on your couch pleading the Lord to cleanse our bodies But we laughed as we prayed, we couldn't honestly say your name Seven years old now at my moms church and the pastor He rants of revival, he points to the ceiling says There's a cloud there that's embodied the from of the spirit So I sit in my pew, Squinting my eyes to make sense of the teaching But that little boy that prayed he didn't see a cloud that day Now on my bathroom floor, I speak to the Lord in simple tongue But it's getting harder every day to honestly say your name It won't come out the same, that holy and righteous name.