Brokenwings
Forget the raps
Forget the rhymes
Forget the beats
This is a cry for my help
God I'm tired of living In this hell
Please send your help
I can't do this myself
No
I'm feeling dead in the inside
I couldn't do it no
I couldn't do it no
I'm over there
I don't feel there
Just take me out
I don't love the church no more
I don't love the church no more mo
I don't wanna serve no more
I don't wanna go no more
I don't even know who to serve anymore
I don't even know who to serve anymore
Going to place where I'm gonna get judged
Man I'm gonna gonna gonna hold a hola a grudge
For a place I thought I thought I thought I thought I loved
For a place I thought I thought I thought I thought I loved
I was as good as dead
I was walking with dread
I was filling with dread
They was filling with dead
You don't even know
You don't even know
I don't wanna show my face anymore
I don't wanna live anymore
I don't wanna fight anymore
With a place that makes me feel less than more
Man I'm feeling like a belong in the morgue
I done think I found myself
I done think I found myself
But everyone looks at my like hold up wait a minute that boy done lost himself
Did I really
Did I really
Did I did I really
Did I really did I really put myself first?
Did I really think of myself
Oh no oh no oh no
I think I lost myself
I know I lost myself
Where do I go from this hell
Take a listen
Take a listen
Take a take a listen
Man I sit down
With my head down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Take a listen
Take a listen
Man I sit down
With my head down
Feeling shaken down
I lost myself for a while
My fault I was gone from it
Pull up, see the sauce drippy
Yeah I drip-dropped from it
Butterfly doors
Don't do no suicide yeah
Wilsxn down to go
You know ima ride
(Yeah)
Yeah I pull up looking clean in a white tee
Nike boys, yeah they wanna be just like me
Missing church love with the white doves
Sunday morning prayers
Get the blessings from above
It coulda been me coulda been you too
I'm running from the God but he knew I flew
Glad he took me out in the right of time
Now I grew my wings and it's time to fly
Ya feel me
Forget the rhymes
Forget the beats
This is a cry for my help
God I'm tired of living In this hell
Please send your help
I can't do this myself
No
I'm feeling dead in the inside
I couldn't do it no
I couldn't do it no
I'm over there
I don't feel there
Just take me out
I don't love the church no more
I don't love the church no more mo
I don't wanna serve no more
I don't wanna go no more
I don't even know who to serve anymore
I don't even know who to serve anymore
Going to place where I'm gonna get judged
Man I'm gonna gonna gonna hold a hola a grudge
For a place I thought I thought I thought I thought I loved
For a place I thought I thought I thought I thought I loved
I was as good as dead
I was walking with dread
I was filling with dread
They was filling with dead
You don't even know
You don't even know
I don't wanna show my face anymore
I don't wanna live anymore
I don't wanna fight anymore
With a place that makes me feel less than more
Man I'm feeling like a belong in the morgue
I done think I found myself
I done think I found myself
But everyone looks at my like hold up wait a minute that boy done lost himself
Did I really
Did I really
Did I did I really
Did I really did I really put myself first?
Did I really think of myself
Oh no oh no oh no
I think I lost myself
I know I lost myself
Where do I go from this hell
Take a listen
Take a listen
Take a take a listen
Man I sit down
With my head down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Feeling shaken down
Take a listen
Take a listen
Man I sit down
With my head down
Feeling shaken down
I lost myself for a while
My fault I was gone from it
Pull up, see the sauce drippy
Yeah I drip-dropped from it
Butterfly doors
Don't do no suicide yeah
Wilsxn down to go
You know ima ride
(Yeah)
Yeah I pull up looking clean in a white tee
Nike boys, yeah they wanna be just like me
Missing church love with the white doves
Sunday morning prayers
Get the blessings from above
It coulda been me coulda been you too
I'm running from the God but he knew I flew
Glad he took me out in the right of time
Now I grew my wings and it's time to fly
Ya feel me
Credits
Writer(s): Wilson Guzman
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