Lui la Lean - Product Of Secondhand Love

Day 1 (feat. Sledge)

Rising from the dirt
I buried my heart my soul is feeling hurt
'Cause I can't take this fakeness anymore
Emotions dead I'm closing the door
It seems like pain won't let me be
The sins of my past won't set me free
It's time to ride into my destiny
scales removed from my eyes now clearly I can see

Back up on my grizzly again it feel like day one
God He forgive me my sins but I had to pay for em
My pain shine bright as fluorescents when im in rare form They never address this nigga by name I think they scared of 'em They was steady stabbing my back during my prayer for 'em
These people really needed my help and I took care of 'em
I piece a bitch out of my life and fuck whats left of 'em
I don't like none of you niggas burner in left palm
It's bed bugs under your pillow when I get slept on
They gave me rerock love in a bag that shit was stepped on
Gave my heart to a piece of shit bitch lil' hoe done left on me
Depression it done crept on me Fake friends they ain't bet on me
My family they some bystanders typical in Alabama
I fathered most all of you niggas respect ya' fucking pappy
I'm going down wit' my flag and my ship bitch im the fuckin' captain Bastard ass rapper lil' nigga I'm ya fuckin' daddy

Rising from the dirt
I buried my heart my soul is feeling hurt
'Cause I can't take this fakeness anymore
Emotions dead I'm closing the door
It seems like pain won't let me be
The sins of my past won't set me free
It's time to ride into my destiny
scales removed from my eyes now clearly I can see

Fuck ya' I wont look back I came up and shook back
A bitch put a stomp on heart but look I took that
Lust is a hell of a drug I'm sum to look at
My pain pure raw as this food and I'm a cook that
I been way better than niggas and you can book that
The pond got plenty of fish I need my hook back
Oscar nominated as fake niggas a good act
My bounce back miraculous dick biting they dracula
My songs raised all you niggas y'all just my bastard sons
Talking cash money boat load of shit but just a lack of funds
My feelings number two to the bitch she not the fuckin' one
My feelings number two to the bitch she not the fuckin' one
I would hate to kill a nigga I love but pass the fucking uhh

Rising from the dirt
I buried my heart my soul is feeling hurt
'Cause I can't take this fakeness anymore
Emotions dead I'm closing the door
It seems like pain won't let me be
The sins of my past won't set me free
It's time to ride into my destiny
scales removed from my eyes now clearly I can see

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Writer(s): Marcus Walker
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