Pray For The Kids

I remember waking up mad I was still alive
Word to Boldy, lord hold me I was ill-advised
Broken clocks right twice, still regret killing time
Poured my soul in their cups when they weren't filling mine
And they're still drinking all of that
Sent a message up to god, he ain't calling back
Call him more, open bottle pour it all
I swear I heard death creep in my corridor
Saw a door, open then it closed again
I pray I never ever flirt with that rope again
I got the biggest love for my chosen friends
But I think I'm giving up and I hope it ends
At least three shots my glass half full
The devil is the only one that Gian can't fool
And god is the only one that Gian can't meet
For the kids feeling better when it's half past three
Then feeling worse right when their parents return
Step into your fire so we're sharing the burns
This verse isn't one that I'd dare to rehearse
In front of my fam unless they're in the dirt
Pray for the kids that are deep in their struggles
Pray for the kids tryna flee from the rubble
Pray for the kids given grief for their troubles
Pray for the kids finding peace in their puzzles



Credits
Writer(s): Gianluca Di Benedetto Santoro, Noah Hill, Ryan Van Elten, Thomas Benjamin Peter Gordon-crosby
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