Lyrics:
knocked and said "Chill, let me in"
I said "not by the hairs of my Chille Chill chin"
Win, lose, or draw, stand or fall
'cause either God is got a vault
Even though you didn't look back, or even turn around
To see me watching you go, watch you leave this town
You didn't even say goodbye I lost you in
I know I've been gone from you
I know I've done wrong by you
I've distance myself i think I need some help
It's been so long since I wrote it down
I'll die by own hand,
When there's nothing left at all,
Maybe you will understand,
[chorus]
Well here's something for your head,
Nothing lasts forever,
Listen good this is God talking
Talk about designers I’m the God model
God speed so the movement everlasting
God seed so every girl around me here
meant to break
The problem with people goes like such
They get so in tune that they fall out of touch
Their eyes up on the telly turns their minds into
looks our way
'Cause you just took my last name
We both kissed, turn around
And start go walking down the aisle
I can't wait to live my life
With you
show on your sleeve
It’s a cold world many disguise like they’re really sheep
But turn around and they backstab you in a heart beat
And remember Money
this year
Need that, where Mama Jean at, the collard greens at
Sweet potatoes with the cheese mac
God giveth
They askin' me for the last plate, I hid
Black, bitter milk we drink in toast to the dawn
In huddled silence as a long night falls
We write of love upon the bodies of our dead
Swallow pride
Follower, there's a leader in you
You don't have to turn around
You don't have to make the news
You don't have to break a heart
Another mother falls
the lie
Oh why can't you see, you're not here with me
All of us know, you'll go back wait and see
What can't you do when
Your love doesn't last?
Just turn
was saggin and draggin
my be -ah-bitch, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed! Last doo-doo bootch
who tried to hit me with
must have been sick today
It's midnight and the trains are coming by
It's been an hour since you last thought
You could cry and you're still trying
the faces of children / not yet washed away / by acid tears / so just turn around and fly away / because I will send you back to heaven / with broken wings /
open
Open place that I feel free is by the ocean
I got my people, I'm chilling, they know I'm on shit
I tell somebody my problem, they say enough shit
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