DOA [Feat. Joyner Lucas]
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
I close my eyes and contemplate on why I choose to be great
I find myself tryin' to escape from where I'm supposed to be safe (Yeah)
Or maybe I should pray like I'm supposed to be saved
Sometimes I feel like getting even, but I choose to behave
I'm mentally locked in a prison, and I need bail
But the internet will kill me quicker than the streets will
And if that shit doesn't kill me then the police will
Or maybe all the refills on the E pills or the lean will
I wish I was more flourished, I wish I had more courage
I feel like there's more purpose, or maybe it's all worth it
I wanna keep on learning, but I couldn't be more nervous when I keep lookin' for answers
And I gotta keep on searchin', the tables keep on turnin'
Tryin' to call up to Jesus, but the phone keep on ringin'
I think I need more service, the calls seem more urgent
And all I see is more murders, the soldiers keep on servin'
I wonder if it's all worth it, I wonder
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
I can't breathe
Got my head on the guillotine
Slipknot around my neck, come and take a seat
Watch 'em bury me down 'til I'm six feet deep in the underground
Dead is the land of the free
Don't give, just take every time you need
Don't give, just take though it's killing me
Don't give, just take every time you need
Don't give, just take
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
I can't breathe
Am I not worth saving? Am I not worth saving?
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Yeah, dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
I close my eyes and contemplate on why I choose to be great
I find myself tryin' to escape from where I'm supposed to be safe (Yeah)
Or maybe I should pray like I'm supposed to be saved
Sometimes I feel like getting even, but I choose to behave
I'm mentally locked in a prison, and I need bail
But the internet will kill me quicker than the streets will
And if that shit doesn't kill me then the police will
Or maybe all the refills on the E pills or the lean will
I wish I was more flourished, I wish I had more courage
I feel like there's more purpose, or maybe it's all worth it
I wanna keep on learning, but I couldn't be more nervous when I keep lookin' for answers
And I gotta keep on searchin', the tables keep on turnin'
Tryin' to call up to Jesus, but the phone keep on ringin'
I think I need more service, the calls seem more urgent
And all I see is more murders, the soldiers keep on servin'
I wonder if it's all worth it, I wonder
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
I can't breathe
Got my head on the guillotine
Slipknot around my neck, come and take a seat
Watch 'em bury me down 'til I'm six feet deep in the underground
Dead is the land of the free
Don't give, just take every time you need
Don't give, just take though it's killing me
Don't give, just take every time you need
Don't give, just take
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
I can't breathe
Am I not worth saving? Am I not worth saving?
On our knees, we pray as we waste away
And we dig our grave, dead on arrival
In this mess we made, fill our lungs with hate
Just to numb the pain, dead on arrival
Yeah, dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Credits
Writer(s): John Pregler, Bernard Perry, Stephen Menoian, Brian Burkheiser, Richard Vanlerberghe, Tyler Smyth, David Pramick
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