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GOD (Do I?) Video (MV)




Performed By: Chucky
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Rhys Smith




Chucky - GOD (Do I?) Lyrics




I've been questioning all these things going on inside my head, in my head, do I?
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!

Ayy why is the world so cruel?
Ayy why do we have faith in you?
Ayy why are we all in you crew when in life you gotta be you?
Ayy why do you use us like tools?
Ayy People doing it for you
Ayy But they don't even know you true ayy yeah
Sometimes we people get stressed Sometimes we all get depressed
We don't ever know what's best
So we sit here and pray to be blessed
Think bout heaven or hell when dead
Sometimes we don't ever check
Upon of all our friends
Even though you there them
The loneliness gets to their head
Thinking bout everything said

Sometimes our fragile minds get consumed with these thoughts of sadness
Two hundred miles an hour, thoughts race through inside your head
Why were we made like this?
Surely he would've evaded it
All of these damn diseases
Oh but you say he created it?
All seeing all being yet we ain't gon ever meet him
If we alive so
Why were we god damn born to die?

Do I live ? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live ? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!

Yuh I was thinking just the other day that I do not even want the fame
Yuh for sure I want money and it come with but only to take away
All the pain and to do good with it so can make my statement
Will ever get my placement?
Looking up to the greats man
See in this you are left to your own devices
Not mentally stable you might not survive it
So why the hell on earth would he make us like this?
It just ain't righteous
Yeah and they all be saying that I just be tripping it's all about balance
Yeah and I am not hating so keep on believing no need to be callous
Yeah but I was just praying and hoping and thinking but never got answered
Yeah but what I am saying is how does he decide who's gon' leave in absence
Na I doesn't make sense how you make amends for all of your sins
But then the innocent ones get backlash "give em 2 strikes to the damn back"
Its Despicable yeah unthinkable
All the things they did for you
But they gon continue
Is it because of you?
Maybe because of you
Cos supposedly you made some of us, yeah with twisted view!

Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
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English

I've been questioning all these things going on inside my head, in my head, do I?
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!

Ayy why is the world so cruel?
Ayy why do we have faith in you?
Ayy why are we all in you crew when in life you gotta be you?
Ayy why do you use us like tools?
Ayy People doing it for you
Ayy But they don't even know you true ayy yeah
Sometimes we people get stressed Sometimes we all get depressed
We don't ever know what's best
So we sit here and pray to be blessed
Think bout heaven or hell when dead
Sometimes we don't ever check
Upon of all our friends
Even though you there them
The loneliness gets to their head
Thinking bout everything said

Sometimes our fragile minds get consumed with these thoughts of sadness
Two hundred miles an hour, thoughts race through inside your head
Why were we made like this?
Surely he would've evaded it
All of these damn diseases
Oh but you say he created it?
All seeing all being yet we ain't gon ever meet him
If we alive so
Why were we god damn born to die?

Do I live ? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live ? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!

Yuh I was thinking just the other day that I do not even want the fame
Yuh for sure I want money and it come with but only to take away
All the pain and to do good with it so can make my statement
Will ever get my placement?
Looking up to the greats man
See in this you are left to your own devices
Not mentally stable you might not survive it
So why the hell on earth would he make us like this?
It just ain't righteous
Yeah and they all be saying that I just be tripping it's all about balance
Yeah and I am not hating so keep on believing no need to be callous
Yeah but I was just praying and hoping and thinking but never got answered
Yeah but what I am saying is how does he decide who's gon' leave in absence
Na I doesn't make sense how you make amends for all of your sins
But then the innocent ones get backlash "give em 2 strikes to the damn back"
Its Despicable yeah unthinkable
All the things they did for you
But they gon continue
Is it because of you?
Maybe because of you
Cos supposedly you made some of us, yeah with twisted view!

Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
Do I live? Do I die?
Do I even make it through the night?
Every night I wanna make the night
If there's a god I wanna ask him why!
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Writer: Rhys Smith
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