1When I'm stressed, I hit up the Lord, and He totally hears me.

2Save my soul, Lord, from those sus vibes and shady words.

3What’s gonna happen to you, though? What’s up with you, fake tongue?

4Sharp arrows from the strong, with some lit coals.

5Man, I'm struggling in Mesech, living in Kedar’s tents, fr.

6My soul's been chillin' with those who hate peace, no cap.

7I'm all about that peace life, but when I talk, they just wanna beef.

1In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me.

2Deliver my soul, O Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.