Drama
Leave em be
They don't fuck with the kid I don't need em
And I. I roll my sleeve
I put my heart to this shit y'all don't feel it
And I... My finest hours
I pray the Lord, I pray the Lord give me power
And I... I roll a sour
I need to fuel up, I'm racing on a thousand
And I'am searching for some treasures inside of my mind
Memories and energy this things are so divine
Hennessy and enemies all of them nights
But all I need is solace, in this darkness oh I
I was a step away from you
I swear to God I wanted to be like you
Is it alright if I choose
I chose something different that night
My finest hours
I pray the lord I pray the lord give me power
And I... I roll a sour
I need to fuel up I'm racing on a thousand
I need wings to fly
I need to be high in the sky
Bless my soul, and my life
The air that I breathe is divine
Life is getting rough again, not a fan of this trope
Soul on ice, I'm paralyzed, skating down on this road
I could've lived like you, we used to be close
N I had u on a pedestal, what happened to those days aye
Well I'm searching for the truth at the moment
N I'm hurting cause nothing I could do that could stop it
Had life's purpose been to dream I could've been a King
Instead I live in a world where nothing's real
Hey, my finest hours
I pray the Lord, I pray the Lord give power
As I, I roll a sour
I need to fuel up im racing on a thousand
They don't fuck with the kid I don't need em
And I. I roll my sleeve
I put my heart to this shit y'all don't feel it
And I... My finest hours
I pray the Lord, I pray the Lord give me power
And I... I roll a sour
I need to fuel up, I'm racing on a thousand
And I'am searching for some treasures inside of my mind
Memories and energy this things are so divine
Hennessy and enemies all of them nights
But all I need is solace, in this darkness oh I
I was a step away from you
I swear to God I wanted to be like you
Is it alright if I choose
I chose something different that night
My finest hours
I pray the lord I pray the lord give me power
And I... I roll a sour
I need to fuel up I'm racing on a thousand
I need wings to fly
I need to be high in the sky
Bless my soul, and my life
The air that I breathe is divine
Life is getting rough again, not a fan of this trope
Soul on ice, I'm paralyzed, skating down on this road
I could've lived like you, we used to be close
N I had u on a pedestal, what happened to those days aye
Well I'm searching for the truth at the moment
N I'm hurting cause nothing I could do that could stop it
Had life's purpose been to dream I could've been a King
Instead I live in a world where nothing's real
Hey, my finest hours
I pray the Lord, I pray the Lord give power
As I, I roll a sour
I need to fuel up im racing on a thousand
Credits
Writer(s): Trevour Amunga
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