Trippy

It get real trippy with this
Playing tag with the blame who's it
Whole fam made it out the bricks
It's a lot to unpack but it is what it is

My past hold me close
I just hope I don't choke
So much I don't know
But who gone get me where I'm sposed

Reminiscing bout my past
Auntie and momma knew best
On the stove burnt my hand
Playing with fire since 10
Praying my sister understand
I just tried the best I can
Shutting down was my trend
Why talk when nobody care
Aint accept help no more
If I kept my pride I score
Stubborn to a tee I swore
Give a bed ill sleep on the floor
Aint taking no advice no more
Imma just take my own course
Devil had a lot in store
Knew his plot worked best when alone

My past hold me close
I just hope I don't choke
So much I don't know
But who gone get me where I'm sposed

It get real trippy with this
But God told me that he right there
Playing tag with the blame who's it
To be real God don't really care repent
Whole fam made it out the bricks
But he paid for the deeds like rent
It's a lot to unpack but it is
That's cap he save me from the sins yea



Credits
Writer(s): Jabril El-amin
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