Lyrics

Yeah It's Navy Blue the Truest Walk with me Step with me Step with me on this path You gotta laugh, it's hell ridden Yeah Trips down memory lane, let it rain Year four with the sorrow and pain As I reform, can't frame, bitter taste inform me of my ways Years on the earth, tears on the turf, blood on the leaves Petiole tree bleed sap tones and slaps on a higher grasp, tilt it Sounds bouncing off the floor, get lifted In the presence of his spirit I was gifted Moonwalkin' across the sky thinking this is it I'm not a little kid, at hand is what the mission is Skin crawl, all my digits still fidgeting What it costs when it's lost? Ain't no getting it back to how it was Not the same, know I changed for the better Sage wrote the letter Sage wrote the scripture, holy omega Pale greens and the burnt Sienna Big 'fro, head high, head home I gotta deal with the stark measures Chose me, I can't think of nobody better Wash my face in the sink, blink forever vanish Momma told me "Better keep your head up, don't let up" Had to learn the harder way, my heart away a feather, don't forget me When it's time to cast shadow like the spliffy I need distance The story of a vagabond inching closer to death I notice he wept instantly On the spot, the culprit is caught, destiny Send me off, I'm one with the night Step with me Step with me on this path You gotta laugh, it's hell ridden Wear a mask, wash your hands, or fall victim Pick a casket, lay in it The death wishes don't last Step with me on this path You gotta laugh, it's hell ridden Wear a mask, wash your hands, or fall victim Pick a casket, lay in it The death wishes don't last Step with me on this path You gotta laugh, it's hell ridden Wear a mask, wash your hands, or fall victim Pick a casket, lay in it The death wishes don't last
Writer(s): Sage Elsesser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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