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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Lopez
David Lopez
Songwriter
Jesus Rodriguez
Jesus Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Lopez
David Lopez
Producer

Lyrics

I wake up before the rooster crows I wake up before the rooster crows I got a lot on my mind, can't seem to let it all go I been thinking this life isn't ready for me I been creeping around all the zombies I see I keep praying to God, he continues to guide Never had a role, model or hero Just people I didn't wanna be, don't wanna be a zero My demons keep on hunting me, I never feel safe Done playing keep up, I'm sick of this game Tryna navigate the battlefield that's laying in my brain Making visits to the liquor store, there's whiskey in my veins I been hurting for a minute, wishing for them better days Knowing that I gotta be patient, this ain't minute made It's been feeling like forever since I seen a sunny day So something's gotta give or they gon' feel my rain Lord, forgive me for making my own way I know I'ma pay the price, so I'm ready for that day They put dirt on my coffin and fill up my grave Gotta load up my pistol and watch for the snakes Cause tomorrow ain't promised, I know what they say Tryna find a way to release all my rage So I pull out my pen and put ink on the page I ain't never had a verse, they ain't feel what I say They hear Zeus on the track and they hit the replay I wake up before the rooster crows I got a lot on my mind, that's what the booth is for Not into wasting time, sleep in the studio I got a family to feed, that's who I do it for, you know On my mind is this grind every day On my grind, Tony Hawk, Pro Skate All these records like I'm taking PEDs All the sudden they been talking bout me Gotta have tough skin, but I need emotion When I sharpen up the pen in these bars like the pen I got scars open, on these beats I been bleeding With my demons I been pleading Lord, forgive me for making my own way I been tryna get paid off the words that I say Straight from my heart, they can't keep up with my pace Set myself apart, only me on this race Sun hitting on my phone, it's got a glare Ain't a blink in my eyes as I stare Social media just make us all compare Ain't nobody ever say that shit was fair They go pay for the streams, then go brag on IG Take a peek behind the curtain, ain't shit in life free In this game, I heard them say that perception is key But you lying to yourself and it's pretty clear to see Yeah, it's pretty clear to see, but I ain't tripping no more I'm just worried bout me, if it ain't in my control Had to learn to let it go, hold my temper gotta grow Rolling up, I gotta smoke Feel like I lived twice in this one Lord willing, I ain't close to done But I'm closer to God with every flow I got And this right here, this right here, this the holy one This right here, this right here, this the holy one Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system At the tone, please record your message
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