RED EYES (feat. ImTrying)

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Red eyes, lift my hands high
Spent the last ten nights with my pen tight
Writing songs for the people who need someone to lead 'em
Pages stacked from floor to ceiling, I'mma tell 'em 'bout the freedom
Red eyes, skip my bedtime
They need someone to look up to like a senpai
No I don't care about the money, I'll just tell 'em 'bout who loved me
Even when I lost control, the One who keep my skies sunny, yeah
Mama said this was a phase, maybe I get too obsessed
She said I need a Plan A so I don't throw myself in debt
All I talk about is music, and it got her kinda stressed
I said "Don't you worry, Mama, I'mma bring back home a check"
I know it's kinda dumb but I just wanna sing the praises
Just look into my eyes and please believe me when I say that
I'll put faith in God, and I'mma be okay
And then I'll drop a couple albums, there will be souls saved
Years spent making beats and writing 'til my fingers cramp
I can't wait until they turn up and they hear my jams
Can't believe I snapped
Give the glory to my Lord and spit the Jesus rap, oh yeah
Red eyes, lift my hands high
Spent the last ten nights with my pen tight
Writing songs for the people who need someone to lead 'em
Pages stacked from floor to ceiling, I'mma tell 'em 'bout the freedom
Red eyes, skip my bedtime
They need someone to look up to like a senpai
No I don't care about the money, I'll just tell 'em 'bout who loved me
Even when I lost control, the One who keep my skies sunny, yeah
Picked up guitar in the sixth grade, didn't get much recognition
But I knew what the dream was, stage lights blurring my vision
Gotta hop on the grind, put out your music on time
I'm staying up every night, just writing songs, get red eyes
You know I used to be that emo kid running through the halls
But my mind had tons of demons, I'd just crawl into a ball
Picked up my pen, picked up the pad and started writing out my thoughts
I turned that pain I had to artistry, it's going up the charts
But I won't ever sell my soul for the money or the fame
I just wanna make enough so I can make it in this game
You know we end up in a casket, know we end up all the same
I just wanna make my family proud so they can say my name
Red eyes, lift my hands high
Spent the last ten nights with my pen tight
Writing songs for the people who need someone to lead 'em
Pages stacked from floor to ceiling, I'mma tell 'em 'bout the freedom
Red eyes, skip my bedtime
They need someone to look up to like a senpai
No I don't care about the money, I'll just tell 'em 'bout who loved me
Even when I lost control, the One who keep my skies sunny, yeah
Red eyes, lift my hands high
Spent the last ten nights with my pen tight
Writing songs for the people who need someone to lead 'em
Pages stacked from floor to ceiling, I'mma tell 'em 'bout the freedom

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