Lyrics:
I waited patiently for the LORD
And he turned to me and heard my cry for help
He brought me up from a desolate pit
Out of the muddy clay
And set my
some time zone
Sparking up a diamond
About to get the night on
It's nights like this that I sit
Killing a fifth by the sip
Your honor, I plead
where the church at now
We having church in the trap house
Let me hear the church get loud
(Dear Lord) Help me have a heart for your people
Soldier up
till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find you,
Imagination is intrusive in nature
I stashed all the objects
That were turning me into a creature
One week sober still wakin up feelin hungover
My depression
to our Mouths sleeping on landmines
So toast to hard times
Daily benders to prep for our hungover nights
I pledge allegiance to the bottled regret Pouring
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
a hooker in church
This old woman on her way to the church,
she said the neighborhood's fucked up,
and we the ones that's makin' it worse
Now that's
Thanos, I tried to pray today
But it's like I went to church and challenged God to a Verzuz battle
Envision whipping five hundreds like the S&P
But steady
on your mind like
You are done for life
It's as if you are finished
You wanna give up
You wanna move on, but you're too weak enough
No one seems to care
No
something for ya peace
Something for control, something for release
Something for the kids getting shot by police
Made something for church and something for
Eric n Debbie b proud of they son b
All a nigga need to survive in this industry
Make sure your faith be up like curry
Ambition on a 100
Do this shit
friends close through hard times
I'll always back you up like external hard drives
Sipping bottles up on North Church, watching the cars slide
In snowy
The crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
Big up to Tiger Woods
Yeah, ya don't stop
Big up to Cuba Gooding Jr
Y'know, yeah, y'know
Taye Diggs,
EJ Zoomin
Ive done a lot of things im not proud of
That not how I was raised not by my mama
Shoulda stuck to hoopin not smoking that ganja
You can
the gut mockingly
In the end, we'll see whose laughing G
I'd rather be surrounded by wolves than Pharisees
Because they so woke but the act so sleep
Church
should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot
isn’t worth time
I'd rather chill with the view and pack of bud light
Yeah never getting up sick of sunlight
Hungover and sitting on the bus that's
up in that, yeah (that's that one foreign)
Everywhere I go, I keep a ten, bitch, I'm Eric Gordon
How the fuck it's seventeen dollars and you can't
the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric
pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
fucking head!"
With so much Drama in the D-E-T
It's kinda hard putting trimin's on my Christmas Tree
But, I some how, some way
Keep coming up with fresh ass
too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste time
Woke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavement
Covered in items I regurgitated under a fire escape
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
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