Sign Of The Times

Mister, mister
I heard God speaks to man through signs
Well I think I just seen mine
′Cause when I kissed her
I picture her bringing forth life
Like Madonna and her child

No need to be alarmed
It’s just love
And the future
But so what?

Mister, mister
Do you think I should let her know
Or wait it out, let colors show?
′Cause when I’m with her (When I’m with her)
Impulsivity pulls at me
I′m stronger now than I used to be

It might be too late, I′ve gone
And spilled my guts
But it feels so great, it’s risky
So what?

I think its finally ′bout that time, a nigga nearly thirty
Find some soil to plant a seed, Lord, send me someone worthy
I was chasing ‘round my fucking lady like a sycophant
But you brought me up and out of Egypt with your single hand
My homie crashed the tesla, and that shit went up in flames
The lord, he got him out in time, I wanna tell him thanks
Sometimes I feel it should′ve been me inside of the passenger side
Then it would’ve been me ′stead of-
Is it my fault? God decides who stays, who goes
Can I ask the question? ‘Cause I really wanna know
I was at home in my bed, my spirit felt a disturbance
Signs are all around me, I’m just trying to interpret
I know, I know, I know, yes, I know
I know a sign when I see one, sign when I see one