This is a song about "Grace tan"

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

It will be my saving grace of repetition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

I call it my holy grace

Just know that i'm always

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

My waist with an abused hate with an amused state i should have refused grace

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

I'm lookin face to face, and i save the day, but i'm not amazing grace,