Go Talk to God About it
Hold the line I ain't taking too long
Understand you want to tell your truth
How the fuck you always right and my ass always wrong?
Accountability is what you miss
I think you gotta right your wrongs
Miscommunication, texts be goin green now
I know we getting late with it
Is there something to save still?
You outside flexing with your new friends
Cliquing the opps I understand this is the new trend
I'm chasing sunsets overseas
A week ago I was in Spain chilling
On top of the city
Running away feel like a pain killer
They see me
Shawty wave, she real bad
Said she out here working for a brand
And getting real paid
Playa vibe got me feeling like in Santorini
Living this life got saying need a lot a money
I m in the Sass yeah, popping all this champagne
Drowning all this pain
Expensive pain I feel like Meek right now
Three toned pants they want to know, this shit from Casacae
They asking where I was lately
Vibing in Saint Tropez
Foolish figure cause they see my page
I m showing what I want
I prayed for all these things I burn a sage
Thirty days thirty nights I do my best yeah
Know I got to work for what I want so do my best yeah
Yeah I m born black so got to do it better
I m hooping on the wave like YB fans, KC better
Hating on my ass saying I m a pretty little bastard
Sending all my love Ibiza I send a postcard
Focused on the real
I don't entertain the hate
Said you want me dead
What should I do? Go talk to God about it
Understand you want to tell your truth
How the fuck you always right and my ass always wrong?
Accountability is what you miss
I think you gotta right your wrongs
Miscommunication, texts be goin green now
I know we getting late with it
Is there something to save still?
You outside flexing with your new friends
Cliquing the opps I understand this is the new trend
I'm chasing sunsets overseas
A week ago I was in Spain chilling
On top of the city
Running away feel like a pain killer
They see me
Shawty wave, she real bad
Said she out here working for a brand
And getting real paid
Playa vibe got me feeling like in Santorini
Living this life got saying need a lot a money
I m in the Sass yeah, popping all this champagne
Drowning all this pain
Expensive pain I feel like Meek right now
Three toned pants they want to know, this shit from Casacae
They asking where I was lately
Vibing in Saint Tropez
Foolish figure cause they see my page
I m showing what I want
I prayed for all these things I burn a sage
Thirty days thirty nights I do my best yeah
Know I got to work for what I want so do my best yeah
Yeah I m born black so got to do it better
I m hooping on the wave like YB fans, KC better
Hating on my ass saying I m a pretty little bastard
Sending all my love Ibiza I send a postcard
Focused on the real
I don't entertain the hate
Said you want me dead
What should I do? Go talk to God about it
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Writer(s): Emmanuel Dalle
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