1I’m looking up to you, God, chillin’ in the heavens, no cap.

2Just like servants peep their bosses and maidens check their mistresses, we’re waiting on you, Lord, to show us some mercy, periodt.

3Yo, Lord, show us some mercy, we’re straight-up drowning in hate, fr.

4Our souls are filled with the shade from the chill ones and the prideful, it’s just sus.

1Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.

2Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.

3Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.

4Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.