Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danté J. Goodall
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NxMercy
Producer
Lyrics
My heads not even here bro
But it's starting to be (but it's starting to be)
Can't explain the way that a grey face
Layin' in a coffin on a day that the Lord made
Hating everyday I wish I lay up in a small grave
Made a boy sick I sit up all night in a crawl space
Small basement no insulation just a small place
Granny made me cuddle up in a crawl space
My mothers picture bloody from innocent Danté
I'd rather slit my wrist than let a motherfuckin' thought race
So crucify my soul I raise my spirit to Christ
I take this bread I end up dead
By a fucking train that went by
And if by dawn I hear the birds
Wheels spinning upside down
A testament God blessed my sin
My spirit's alright now
My spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright now
My spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright
I said my spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright now
Right right right my spirit's alright
I gotta I give it another shot the world of wickedness
I'm locked up in a pit with all the sickened
All the demons all my women in my head I feel my limits
Premonitions of the end and when I get upset
I tend to give it a minute then I'm out of it
A man sits in the shower his hands commend you father
He doubts that you are powerful he needs you to empower him
So I guess I'll do my best and try to dig myself out
Don't need no meds don't need no friends
Got my demons on count
Fuck all my bitches get some head
'Til I figure shit out
Won't hold my breath until I'm dead
I'll keep my gun on the couch
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