Testo Identity Crisis

Oh oh
I'ma let you in on my secret
I'd be a slut one day and a prude the next
Yeah, I'd wear nothing but a bra then a turtle neck
I'd send a picture for attention, tell him he could get it
But he'd never get very far

Yeah, I'd pretend that I like drinking and cigarettes Every time I hung out with certain friends
And I was hitting up bible study with the rest
With personality of the heart

Tryna please my daddy so he'd be proud
And driving myself mad to fit in that crowd
And waking up so empty with no way out
Realising I don't know who I am now
And, holy shit, it's heavy being in your twenties
Time of life you're figuring out what it is you believe
But God is way more patient than he's given credit
Turns out that your girl was the farthest thing from authentic
But I'm looking and I'll find it
Yeah, I'm proud to say that I'm in an identity crisis, oh
Yeah, I'm in an identity crisis Identity crisis, yeah