Lyrics

Yeah They should call me Ray Charles, boy Stay lost, boy Break laws, boy, shit was my day job, boy It was still on sight when I see that nigga, 'till I seen that same lost boy In the eyes of a man I was bout to kill reflect back to the same lost boy Cause it's all a cycle, all survival All that you know, all that I know Fall or fly, yo, crawl or die slow Thought when I go the God of my hope was just a gun Yeah The God of my home was just a gun Yeah Hell I had ass for debt to pass depression I hold wrath aggression and revenge and I know Faster methods than regrettin' My own bad direction manifests in my home, whoa Maybe it's a show without the ghost Maybe it's the hell I had to quell, I had the most Maybe it's the devil in my head that I been dreadin' and betrayin' is the motherfuckin' goal, sky Try to make you mine Try to make you mine Try to make you mine Yeah Try to make you mine Try to make you mine Try to make you mine Yeah
Writer(s): Isaiah Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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