5AM In Covington Bridge (Interlude)

Play this when I'm gone
And play it loud
I want my momma to know her son wasn't a perfect child but a nigga tried

I tried to write my wrongs
A millions times
I Set in silence I was really out here Breaking down
Couldn't write a line

I never told this story
But it's time to get it off my chest
Its time to put my mind to rest
I'm thankful for a second chance

Supposed to be my brother, be friend
But You saw that I was weak
Guess you thought it was perfect time to really cut me deep

Fuck that niggas
I'm outside his house

It's 5am
45 on me I wanna take him out

My Palms sweating
I'm not a killer but that day I ain't give a fuck about it

I'm ready to throw it all away

I felt like nobody cared if I was here or gone anyway

Questioning god
Sitting up in this car

Crying, all alone

Just wishing somebody tell me not to do it

And At the same time my management blowing up my phone

I answered it
He told me pack a bag we finna hit the road

They wanted me on tour
I dropped the gun
And prayed the whole way home

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