Teledysk
Teledysk
Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brabo Gator
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brabo Gator
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wess Nyle
Producer
Tekst Utworu
What up, life, why you stress me?
What up, past, why you test me?
What up everyone who left me?
What up, God, could you bless me?
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
I'm sick of speakin' of how people did me, bled me out 'til I was empty
Feel like they constantly tempt me, cagin' this anger within me
People who supposed to defend me, switched and they plotted against me
Switch in my heart, started dimmin', switch on this Glock ain't a semi
Many men wish death upon a man who put his hand out 'cause shit didn't pan out
They ran out, swear I'm 'bout to spaz out
These leeches holler beef 'til they don't longer need the cash cow
But I see through your glass house
Lately the drama been takin' its toll
The ones who don't know me expect me to fold
When I get heated, my heart turn cold
People like me don't let shit go, halo cracked on a broken soul
Been treated like a steppin' stone (steppin' stone, steppin' stone)
What up, life, why you stress me?
What up, past, why you test me?
What up, everyone who left me?
What up, God, could you bless me?
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
If I told you about my life, would you listen? My whole life, I've been different
Got somethin' off in my system, I'm so exhausted from livin'
Caused by my awful decisions, pray that my flaws be forgiven
God, tell my father I miss him, my heart's got a part of it missin'
And I know my lady prayin' for my peace
Got a baby boy that needs me, so my crazy's on a leash
My demons standin' on the creases of my soul, hopin' for cracks
Under so much fuckin' pressure, Lord, I hope I don't collapse
It's been months since I felt like myself, lesson learned
I can't trust nobody else, bridges burned
People turned on me when I needed help
Another urn, souvenirs from hell from people unconcerned
Who planned on everything but my return (my return)
What up, life, why you stress me?
What up, past, why you test me?
What up, everyone who left me?
What up, God, could you bless me?
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
That one day I'll find my way
Written by: Brabo Gator
