Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Lumpkin
Cole Lumpkin
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Lumpkin
Cole Lumpkin
Songwriter

Lyrics

Started ballin', half court shot, and I never stopped
Sunk threes on these hoes, I had to get a mop
Power trip had me rollin’ I felt my skin pop
Girls blessing me stupid straight from the gift shop
I started on the shoulder to keep the motor running
So vague with my symbols I saw no repercussion
I broke down all I built off of some sneaky loving
And that shit burned in my conscience that no one could be trusted
Can’t find my reason
Can’t fade this feeling
There’s no where left to fall
Cause I made the monster and set it free
It’s got a hold on on me
When I’m high can i see that I'm low
When I bite can i feel what I owe
When I’m down in the hole where I dug my bones
Help me stay where I belong
No antidote to stop this pain
Skin dry inside the holy rain
And I know from the mania what I did was wrong
Help me stay where I belong
I went Joe Pesci on my old ways
Tryna' fix my whole face
Clutching on the evil eye
But the guilt it hit me sly like it was Money May
Paranoid like every day
Now I’m outta places to hide
Can’t find my reason
Can’t fade this feeling
There’s no where left to fall, and it's my fault
Cause I made the monster and set it free
It’s got a hold on on me
When I’m high can i see that I’m low
When I bite can i feel what I owe
When I’m down in the hole where I dug my bones
Help me stay where i belong
No antidote to stop this pain
Skin dry inside the holy rain
And I know from the mania what I did was wrong
Help me stay where I belong
Written by: Cole Lumpkin
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