Run it back
Christen in my christian living
Heaven wants a extradition
New season new edition
New season new drip in
Another night show stealing
Fuck a bitch with no feeling
Number one dope dealing
Stick it down her throat chilling
Eating and she eating children
Think its part of her religion
On her knees she's always sinning
Between her legs she always giving
Giving up or giving in I don't think Ill give again
Last place nice nigga never wanna be again
Only keep it family friends
I'm too old to let em in
Circle going closing in
Tab yes close again
At the bar settle in
My liver tryna settle up
I just tell him saddle up
Drinking cause the night been rough
Smoking strong it keep me tough
Really I just smoke because
couldn't live without the drugs
Sad yes but its honest though
Smoke fast to move slow
Look high but I feel low
Eyes red my heart cold
Leaf just go be honest bro
Its Fools gold in heavens roads
Becca you won't get the rose
Soul weak eyes closed
Slow week I know
Party all night though
Think it was a typo
When she say she love you
She just love the drugs foo
She will never trust you
You won't even trust her
You just need to fuck her
Like they all done fucked you
It hurts cause it's the fuckin truth
Gave the world all of ya youth
Rough life ain't nothing new
How the fuck you getting through
How you getting to the truth
Will you go and die before
You find out what this life is for
music money weed whores
I really pray there's something more
Don't know who I'm praying for
Better yet who im praying to
When you do can you pray for 2
Feeling like I pray for keeps
Daddy please your son he weeps
He ain't seen the sun in weeks
He just feeling very weak
Think this be his final sleep
The mountain feels so very steep
Falling and I'm falling deep
Severely lacking what I need
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
To you
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
Scary visions dressed in white
My angels be my demons why
Vices be my favorite ride
Arms up touch the sky
Flying with my evil eye
I'm the most evil guy
Dying got me terrified
So why I want it every night
Looking up to empty sky
Gramps oh please just tell me why
Why my tears don't seem to dry
I know I won't get sleep tonight
Maybe ill just eat my life
Heartbreak with a side of fries
Dreaming that I hate my life
That's just how you do it right
Clear hearts clearer eyes
Damn I miss my Friday nights
In my dreams be scary frights
Telling Freddy roll it tight
High up in the afterlife
Heavens parties dummy light
Dummy lit can't talk only spit
Only spit that real shit
Someday pay the bills shit
I know you niggas feel this
Strucken by the realness
Bout to run a field test
By running in the end zone
Racing like I'm Enzo
Never touch a benzo
Unless it's a benzo
Racing through the hood and I'm screaming to my kin folk
Run it back run it back
Run it back run it back run it back
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
To you
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
Heaven wants a extradition
New season new edition
New season new drip in
Another night show stealing
Fuck a bitch with no feeling
Number one dope dealing
Stick it down her throat chilling
Eating and she eating children
Think its part of her religion
On her knees she's always sinning
Between her legs she always giving
Giving up or giving in I don't think Ill give again
Last place nice nigga never wanna be again
Only keep it family friends
I'm too old to let em in
Circle going closing in
Tab yes close again
At the bar settle in
My liver tryna settle up
I just tell him saddle up
Drinking cause the night been rough
Smoking strong it keep me tough
Really I just smoke because
couldn't live without the drugs
Sad yes but its honest though
Smoke fast to move slow
Look high but I feel low
Eyes red my heart cold
Leaf just go be honest bro
Its Fools gold in heavens roads
Becca you won't get the rose
Soul weak eyes closed
Slow week I know
Party all night though
Think it was a typo
When she say she love you
She just love the drugs foo
She will never trust you
You won't even trust her
You just need to fuck her
Like they all done fucked you
It hurts cause it's the fuckin truth
Gave the world all of ya youth
Rough life ain't nothing new
How the fuck you getting through
How you getting to the truth
Will you go and die before
You find out what this life is for
music money weed whores
I really pray there's something more
Don't know who I'm praying for
Better yet who im praying to
When you do can you pray for 2
Feeling like I pray for keeps
Daddy please your son he weeps
He ain't seen the sun in weeks
He just feeling very weak
Think this be his final sleep
The mountain feels so very steep
Falling and I'm falling deep
Severely lacking what I need
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
To you
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
Scary visions dressed in white
My angels be my demons why
Vices be my favorite ride
Arms up touch the sky
Flying with my evil eye
I'm the most evil guy
Dying got me terrified
So why I want it every night
Looking up to empty sky
Gramps oh please just tell me why
Why my tears don't seem to dry
I know I won't get sleep tonight
Maybe ill just eat my life
Heartbreak with a side of fries
Dreaming that I hate my life
That's just how you do it right
Clear hearts clearer eyes
Damn I miss my Friday nights
In my dreams be scary frights
Telling Freddy roll it tight
High up in the afterlife
Heavens parties dummy light
Dummy lit can't talk only spit
Only spit that real shit
Someday pay the bills shit
I know you niggas feel this
Strucken by the realness
Bout to run a field test
By running in the end zone
Racing like I'm Enzo
Never touch a benzo
Unless it's a benzo
Racing through the hood and I'm screaming to my kin folk
Run it back run it back
Run it back run it back run it back
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
To you
Run it back
Run it Run it back to you
Credits
Writer(s): Leif Jennings
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