Vulnerable

Twelve hours later and I’m a free man
I just hope my mom can understand
It’s not how it looks, I’m just unlucky
But it doesn’t matter, she won’t even talk to me
Officially a “nigga” and alleged fuck up
Now I’d sell my soul to the devil just to get my luck up
My former best friend is happy she didn’t choose me
And the good girl I really want is now officially out of my league
My reputation is trashed and I don’t think even God can fix this
And to think all I wanted was a little credit for my work and a kiss
Preferably from the girl I spend every night thinking about
The same girl I’m just too nervous and insecure to ask out
Like, I know she has a boyfriend, she has to
It’s a shame good girls aren’t something I’m used to