N. Michigan Gospel
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
I feel some pressure been taken over
I been so sick of looking over shoulders
I been on a coaster
Thoughts are going up and down
All my enemies always stuck around
But my circle getting smaller - Each day
Ima shoot my shot a baller - Steve Blake
Ima fight for every dollar - Sweepstakes
Feel the shock I need a collar
I don't gotta chase my mind I feel high everyday I'm fine
If I lie, why the fuck I write
To shine time in some potent lines
And go glide on a spoken rhymes
I'm gon ride put the car in drive
And pray life ain't backwards
Good days come after
Minutes gon matter
My heads in Saturn
Can't live in a pattern
Brain gon splatter
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic
And how to make it happen
The irony is tragic
It's an all out war disaster
(Oh god)
Certain things you can't imagine
(My boy)
17 with an Arizona tea
Drowning in the lights, camera, action
In a world full of fake plastic trees
I feel the pressure been building a star in the makin
Its all fun and games till its all for the takin
Its off with your head if your offense lazy
So often I'm pressed and depression is crazy
I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry, my windows are shattered, my engine is breakin
So close to the edge and It feels so amazing
So pick up the pieces, I'm over this shit
This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road
No looking back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road
No looking back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
I feel some pressure been taken over
I been so sick of looking over shoulders
I been on a coaster
Thoughts are going up and down
All my enemies always stuck around
But my circle getting smaller - Each day
Ima shoot my shot a baller - Steve Blake
Ima fight for every dollar - Sweepstakes
Feel the shock I need a collar
I don't gotta chase my mind I feel high everyday I'm fine
If I lie, why the fuck I write
To shine time in some potent lines
And go glide on a spoken rhymes
I'm gon ride put the car in drive
And pray life ain't backwards
Good days come after
Minutes gon matter
My heads in Saturn
Can't live in a pattern
Brain gon splatter
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic
And how to make it happen
The irony is tragic
It's an all out war disaster
(Oh god)
Certain things you can't imagine
(My boy)
17 with an Arizona tea
Drowning in the lights, camera, action
In a world full of fake plastic trees
I feel the pressure been building a star in the makin
Its all fun and games till its all for the takin
Its off with your head if your offense lazy
So often I'm pressed and depression is crazy
I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry, my windows are shattered, my engine is breakin
So close to the edge and It feels so amazing
So pick up the pieces, I'm over this shit
This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road
No looking back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
This feels like the end of everything I ever wanted
Back on road
No looking back on what we started
If I had to go, its weighing heavy on my conscious
You can pick up all my pieces in the morning
Who do I take my broken pieces to?
I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you
If I hid away you'd find me anywhere I laid
How do I justify my peace to you?
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Stankevich, Sam Paulino, Caleb Hoh, Aidan Ostby, Jared Fier, Julian Segar-reid
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