Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have

That the worst is yet to come Well, I got a bad, bad feelin' Woke up this mornin', wrong side of the bed Had a heavenly night, you know, I'm feelin' it in my head Lord have mercy, and the day ain't even begun Didn't get no breakfast, didn't get no lunch

You taste what you're made of You might bend till you break 'Cause it's all you can take On your knees, you look up Decide you've had enough You get mad, you get strong Wipe your hands, shake it off Cause when push comes to shove Then you stand, then you

Come on over, come on in You can unwind, take a load off your mind Pull up a seat-take a load off your feet Get away somewhere, take a trip Take a break, take control Take advice from someone you know Get a life-get a grip Make a wish-make a move

Come on over, come on in You can unwind, take a load off your mind Pull up a seat-take a load off your feet Get away somewhere, take a trip Take a break, take control Take advice from someone you know Get a life-get a grip Make a wish-make a move

Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Everybody get down if you feel me It goes one by one even two by two Come run, run, run, run

Do you wanna get involved with me And when she wants the booty call She gon' send an Uber to my place Pulled up in a Range all black she love my coat Cold as ice-cream when you come into the North I got kush smoke a lot girl I just bought a nice lil'

Who want to get involved with us? Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it Break

I'm lookin' like I'm gonna get it, you probably don't get it I come in your house with a microphone Lookin' like I'm about to set up a show in your kitchen I'm outta my mind but I feel like I'm in it If I never make it, don't make any difference I'm

All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at