Wandering (feat. Richard Geen)
Bryce Trent
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I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my Ay, ay, ay, ay Most days I don't even go outside Let the mail rock Shit is piled to the sky No girlfriend A nigga really don't try If the world ends I got no one by my side But I'm good though No I'm not, but it's chill I keep my head up And try not to think of bills Gotta thank God For a motherfuckin meal 'Bout to do a bank job for a motherfuckin mill Bought a water bottle, ay, with a bag of quarters, yeah Won't be till I do laundry that my swag in order I got on the same socks I wore last week ay F*ck it though, I'm runnin like a track meet They be like, "Where you goin' Bryce?" Away from stress My niggas down so I can't stay upset Talkin to a girl from Long Island got me smilin Yeah my burdens heavy but she got me weighin less I confess, wooh I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my Yeah, yeah If I just play my hands, shit I could come up on some stacks And flip Go and get my mans a couple racks And tell him how we never goin back Hated sleepin with them rats like phew Teasin her box, I call it food play She workin on my top like a toupee Or two fades I'm smokin double L's in my cool J's Only playin 2K Why niggas so fugaze Damn it's a trip Bryce and Geen together, man it's a hit Understand we a fit For this lifestyle Either cop a fan of ya bitch Then hop in the lamb and get lit up Maybe in a Phantom, go ghost I'm always doin the most I got the bread, I call the shots I'm always doin a toast Aim at the head, point with the dot Just tell me who is the host, check And I ain't een trine f*ck a model I'm just out here wanderin hope to catch some lightin in a bottle nigga, gone I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee If I just play my- yeah And I swear I'm at this table (We're running out of time baby) And I got the cards in my hands (The star is at the line baby) And I feel like the odds are against me at this greater at this point But the craziest part is (My heart is far from prime baby) I know God is in me And he's tellin me never to fold (But God's work is divine baby) And I swear I never will
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Written by: Bryce Thomas-Trent, Eugene Peterson
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