You come to church so often, say you live your life.
You come and go as if you’re always doing right.
You act as if you own the world and run it too.
If you could you would still act the way you do.
When you are away I see you acting fake,
when you get around me I see you try like me.
I can’t believe the things you say when I’m not there.
Half the things you said I do not even care.
Seeing different people act different ways.
You go from place to place you’re still acting the same.
You get around me and you put on a class act.
You get around me and you try not looking back.
