Prayin' for daylight Waitin' for that mornin' sun So I can act like my whole life ain't goin' wrong Baby come back to me I swear I'll make it right Prayin' for daylight (Prayin' for daylight) Don't make me spend another lonely night (I don't want to

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When you throw me in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

This game is nothin' I'm new to Money too long for a ruler I swim in it like Barracuda Man, I'm goin' deeper than scuba Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? I'm grateful, I'm prayin' to Buddha (yeah) Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? (yeah) Y'all know

Fall down on your knees and pray People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on the judgment day That their gold and silver will melt away I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than

Pray to my God we don't go to the feds We don't go to the feds I pray all that money don't go to my head Don't go to my head I pray on my Glock when I'm goin' to bed When I'm goin' to bed Now pray for the suckas that wanted me dead 'Cause all of 'em

Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt! Hold on, hold tight, it's not your turn to die yet So thankless, but he knew that he could take this Everything then came apart so one day he could make this It's a song for the nameless, that's ageless Hold onto my

God must be busy That anchor man says the fight began Somewhere in the Middle East, world prays for peace There's a single mom just got laid off when they lost a job To some foreign hands, some faraway land Last night in Oklahoma some twister took