Yeah, I'm controlling, decoding The Holy knowing
Emotionally I was low, sloped in control of the whole thing
I see the old me, walk right past hope he ain't saw me
Then told my daughter to turn around and my boy he ain't know me
I don't condone it, every mistake made I own it
No longer run from these jokers already told you, I know it
I'm stronger holding in, roaming free with these demons and omens
They never hide from these cameras but at least they ain't posers
Take a moment of silence for all their views and their hate
You surprised to see I took it from the cradle to the grave
Not waiting to get saved I do it my way, brought my own spade
It's better to burn out than to fade away, Kurt Cobain
Cheers to broke days, have-nots, and okays
I stay woke knowing that my rest is due Sumday
I'ma target every market mandatory to sustain
Took my soul to the auction and I'ma cash it for some change
Give me, give me, give me your soul
Give me, give me, give me your soul
Give me, give me, give me your soul
Give me, give me, give me your soul
