Lord Forgive Me

Now whose that
Lonesome in the the fold son
In back the Shop of Horrors
Kill you and your beliefs
Just to see which y'all really martyrs
Shot gunning for starters
Ain't begging no pardons
Y'all them snake type hoes
Who out keying them Aston Martins
All in the name of some dick
What a bitch
Fake ass gangstas out
Yapping with rubber blicks
One brick might slip
Lay you dead on your shit
Cop a can for 99
And walk out it taking a sip
You see it on and on
My travels logged
Punch up the data
See i'm seldom wrong
Underplay the playback to players
That did him wrong
And left em living long enough
Just to remember songs
You See I
Came from the house
With the crack, in the window pain
And vowed that my kids
Would never see the same things
This clerical range is a sign of my age
Peep the life approach
Already hit the low end
Now I'm on the quest for higher notes

Lord forgive me I'm just doing my thing
Trying raise the dead and build my own scene
Taking losses make them winnings more sweet
Lord forgive me I'm just trying to be
Lord forgive me I'm just doing my thing
Trying raise the dead and build my own scene
Taking losses make them winnings more sweet
Lord forgive me I'm just trying to be

Still coasting, fly approach
Jeff Goldblum high in coach
Sippin Spirits
Up above the clouds with Gurus ghost
We living how we living
Off this rugged fast approach
Amazed how many years
We passed them gaters in them moats
These cats today
Will sell you out for pizza and a slice of fame
Change they names
So they can hide some thangs
Think they fucking with Drug Game like Pfizer
Cuz they came off Lidocaine
If the coppers bang
You know they singing like Mariah strained
You shitting me
This is bigger than the industry
And we don't need they money
Off what we created efficiently
Their wack ass involvement
Is what has really been killing the
Feeling this is something to
Inspire your growth potentially
Inventions be left behind to rust
With no intention seen
Music drops like trash
And there's no retention in the scene
Seeing all the stacks of cash that they flash
Is just obscene
They hand it back off to the Prop man
As soon they finish the scene

Lord forgive me
I don't think they heard me tho

Seeing the stacks of cash that they flash
Is straight obscene
They pass it to the prop man
As soon as they finish the scene

Lord forgive me I'm just doing my thing
Trying raise the dead and build my own scene
Taking losses make them winnings more sweet
Lord forgive me I'm just trying to be
Lord forgive me I'm just doing my thing
Trying raise the dead and build my own scene
Taking losses make them winnings more sweet
Lord forgive me I'm just trying to be



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Cerchio
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