Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep,

I swear to God When I'm hung over you I'm on my knees, begging pretty please I'm so love drunk stupid off these memories Mother Mary please, have mercy on me The Sun came up and I can't believe you're over me It's like ba-da-da-da-da-da Your shadows,

Can't you save me? From the bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I go Where I’m from its cold But I don’t need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled Got my city’s area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul Swear to God every single night its gets

Probably make a mil with her Faded, swear to God I'm faded My bitch educated, had her clients pay the payment She don't need a damn thing, my bitch look like Tammy Toe Hit the strip like every week plus we burn up half an O It's that life that got no

I swear that I can feel 'em fucking with me Every night I feel 'em fucking with me Please God tell these demons stop fucking with me Every God damn night I feel 'em fucking with me Why? Please God I wake up screaming in my sleep every fucking night Open

Love yuh bad Girl ya good body drive me mad Swear to God Baby you are my love for life My queen, my wife, my barbie doll Drive me mad Pay fi you visa

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

I swear this music in my genes like Denim Lyricism seeping, I'm like venom Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer Even though heaven sent him God damn, god damn, conversations with legends Crazy how one day your idols can turn into your brethren

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch

Have we come to the bitter end? The bitter end Sweet love, my oldest friend No make-up, no pretend You swear to God but I'm a non-believer And you're losing faith while I've been holding on Trying to find the root of all this come between us Trying to