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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KB
KB
Rap
Andreas Moss
Andreas Moss
Vocals
Dustin DAB Bowie
Dustin DAB Bowie
Vocals
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Prielozny
Joseph Prielozny
Songwriter
Kevin Burgess
Kevin Burgess
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Andreas Moss
Andreas Moss
Songwriter
Dustin Adrian Bowie
Dustin Adrian Bowie
Songwriter
Kenneth Chris Mackey
Kenneth Chris Mackey
Songwriter
Lecrae Moore
Lecrae Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Prielozny
Joseph Prielozny
Producer
Dirty Rice
Dirty Rice
Producer

Letra

I'm just tryna get through Just tryna get through People tryna keep me quiet Scared I'll start a riot all up in the streets They don't see me representing They don't get it They don't understand the reach Slippin' in the darkness Lord, I'm feelin' heartless Can you help me find some peace? Can't explain what's happenin' But I'm livin' backwards in the dark where I can see I'm poppin' pills to go to sleep Poppin' pills to get it poppin' Got a Percocet to keep the peace Got a purple pill to feed the problems And I'm fallin', I just might be here a while So picture me wylin', I can't lose what's in your wallet I got this picture perfect picture of a new indentured servant I'm a slave to you, call me a surgeon but won't call a surgeon Well, this is an emergency I'm wretched soul, got a heart of stone, need another one Tryna murder me, now I'm all alone Hear the serpent telling me it's edible Pray for me War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall Seekin' shelter from the storm on the blank road Tell me how you keep us warm when it's so cold So sudden in the way I'm just tryna get through Just tryna get through In '05 we was young and wylin' With the ladies runnin' never got flowers Told Chris if you love her, tuck her 'Cause she'll be at the crib watchin' Rush Hour My daddy used Bill O'Riley Show cut him like Bill O'Riley And it's cool rappin' 'bout the The Rock Till you seein' your daughter lying blue on an IV No lyin', that's bad reverend Southside, I'm back reppin' Gave us one leg to stand on And get mad when they see us half-steppin' Automatic weapon, automatic reven Drivin' through the streets You better call a medic Man my dawgs are itchen Better call a vet And why they got a heaven and put us in this hell and New rappers, that's usual Drug addict with a studio It's ODD and we OD'ing Like OD, we catch a bullet for more morphine And that's empty (Montana, Montana) Consume more what doesn't fill Im listening Who got the plan? Who got the plan to fix this? In the valley of death, pray for me In the valley of shadows, pray, pray for me (Maybe the pain is a sort of message) In the valley of death, pray for me (You know that feeling you always try to escape) In the valley of shadows (Listen real close) Pray for me (It might be God saying) Just tryna get through, through Just tryna get through, through Just tryna get through, through War weighin' on my heart but I can't fall Seekin' shelter from the storm on this blank road Tell me how you keep this warm when it's so cold So sudden in the way I'm just tryna get through I know you just wanna get out of the pain, you know what I'm saying But there's a lot of things this pain you gotta us You see the voice whispers on the mountain tops but screams in the valleys Listen, because when the voice gets through When the voice gets through It can change the situation But it also changes you
Writer(s): David Brown, Chris Mackey, Joseph Prielozny, Andreas Moss, Lecrae Moore, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Dustin Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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