Lyrics:
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
level
Now if you tryin' to find me
You gon' need more than a shovel
Jamie right beside me
Some folks say I'm the Devil
But really what you're finding
Is
mama know how I could get down
But, know I ain't leavin' this journey, I'm on
I ain't never confessin', but I got missionaries sittin' inside my home
you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like a million dollars in my hand
It's the silence of the lamb, go
'm the father figure and
When I spit it's something like a psychology exam
If you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like
where you get the spear from?
I could make you the son yo mama never hear from
Let that tough talk walk and watch how you fear run
Yah, and fuck the world
know that's what I's searchin' to find
Caught up in the rat race now I want to slow down
People go vacationing in my kind of town
How could I be so
God Cries
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
this game of life tell me how tf can I play right
I just understand wtf was going through they mind
2 more were people upstairs guess the shooter had
runnin' the night
so I can fight off all these demons that keep yellin' and screamin' (I'm alright!)
Could somebody say a prayer for me
so I can resurrect
refuse to be a loser add some zeros to them funds
I'm twenty-five now, a quarter of my life down
I'm twenty-five now, I could always do more
I
these bitches
Trusting new people be the reason you don't get acquitted
Took uncle Jamie from me man I still want his fitted just rambling and venting
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel, make
the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Girl, yeah, yeah
I wish my grandma could see me
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied
you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied
I'll do anything for you,
For you I'll change the world.
No more wars
No more poverty
No more hurt
No more pain
You've showed me how to love
nigga
We don't want to hear your mixtape my, nigga
I fade niggas like barbers
I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur
Man this like when Fergie
want from me, the fucked up things we do in youth
Couldn't hold it in no more, I finally had to let it out
I was 12, what the hell, might as well come
and I'm feelin so crappy
That Jamie just wants to slap me
You can ? that I'm ? but it was long gone, you know?
You can put that on the ? ? like child
But I wake up every morning and I'm feelin' so crappy
That Jamie just wants to slap me
You can ? that I'm ? but it was long gone, you know?
You can
Every time we touch I get this feeling
Every time we kiss I can feel that I fly
Can't you hear my heart beat loud
I want this to last
Need you by my side
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
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