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