Back Pocket

Toxic in situations
Process elimination
Im tryna kick my demons
Here goes my demonstration
Shaking them off straighten them out
Work through it patiently head in the cloud
Tearing me down wont embarrass me now
I see clarity now I got therapy now
Wow
The whole world needs an exorcism
But it wont take me off my expedition like a Ford truck
Bitch I'm hot like cayenne in a Porsche truck
We been hot like Sudan well of course bruh
But the devil on my porch pitch fork up
Said I'd never gain glory without no guts
Take a risk for everything that you wish
Don't relinquish your soul let your life run it's course up

Oh I just shake them off
Oh why It's not enough
To get high and just wait for the light to come
Keep in mind you got luck in your back pocket

Trying to shake the demons off my back
And I realized
It wasn't the devil it was me all this time
I reach to the skies with my hopes and my dreams
And I hope my motivation follows me
Shaking them off
Straighten them out
Mama I think I see clearly now
All of the doubt results in a frown
And that don't go well with your crown
Maybe you're right
We're in our prime
Our kind is harder to find
Premium type
Until we die
Keep your chin up high

Oh I Just shake them off
Oh why It's not enough
To get high and just wait for the light to come
Keep in mind you got luck in your back pocket



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Gaye
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