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Resurrect Video (MV)




Performed By: Jae Fiend
Length: 2:04
Written by: Thomas Lee




Jae Fiend - Resurrect Lyrics
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Drop a schoolbus (schoolbus) in my Fanta, back to gettin bread (bread)
I place too much on my standards, need care less again (again)
I got too much of these Xans (Xan), I might end up dead (f*ck it)
I'm too high to weigh these grams, I f*cked up the play (ahah)
Can't put my life up to chance, tryn secure my fate
Devil bitch asked me to dance, took her to my place
I feel my stomach kick, my body breaking down
Cuz there's drugs in it, can the Lord save me now
Relapse, relapse, where my fiends at (fiends at)
The same as yall but when I cop I make the cheese back (that's right)
I'm finna pop some more, I'm tryna make the peak last (yuh)
Red flag, red flag, theyon peep that (never)
Make me, at ease, I been tryna quit (for real)
Can you, catch me, when I'm spiriling (doubt it)
Don't be, sad round me, don't like no crying bitch
She said, I'm a fiend, I can't deny that shit (nah)
Quick deposits, blow the profit, just to cop some sticks (Xan)
Takin so much out the bank they think I'm laundering (bans)
Bitch, I be stressin bout dis bread tryn buy my Ma a crib (les get it)
Only listen to myself, ignore the compliments (ay)
Ay, dis Xanny give me life, raise me from the dead (Xan)
Feel like Jesus when I rise, watch me resurrect (Jesus Christ)
Demons peekin' through the blinds, see they silhouette (silhoutte)
Perkies, Xannies and a blunt, that's a triple threat (woah)
Don't watch football, but I pop em, I need sticks again (f*ck that shit)
Wrote these books off, I was stallin', tryna get this bread (racks)
I jus might OD, pain I cause 'em, they won't miss a thing (oh no)
These rappers talkin' about these drugs, but I be living it
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Drop a schoolbus (schoolbus) in my Fanta, back to gettin bread (bread)
I place too much on my standards, need care less again (again)
I got too much of these Xans (Xan), I might end up dead (f*ck it)
I'm too high to weigh these grams, I f*cked up the play (ahah)
Can't put my life up to chance, tryn secure my fate
Devil bitch asked me to dance, took her to my place
I feel my stomach kick, my body breaking down
Cuz there's drugs in it, can the Lord save me now
Relapse, relapse, where my fiends at (fiends at)
The same as yall but when I cop I make the cheese back (that's right)
I'm finna pop some more, I'm tryna make the peak last (yuh)
Red flag, red flag, theyon peep that (never)
Make me, at ease, I been tryna quit (for real)
Can you, catch me, when I'm spiriling (doubt it)
Don't be, sad round me, don't like no crying bitch
She said, I'm a fiend, I can't deny that shit (nah)
Quick deposits, blow the profit, just to cop some sticks (Xan)
Takin so much out the bank they think I'm laundering (bans)
Bitch, I be stressin bout dis bread tryn buy my Ma a crib (les get it)
Only listen to myself, ignore the compliments (ay)
Ay, dis Xanny give me life, raise me from the dead (Xan)
Feel like Jesus when I rise, watch me resurrect (Jesus Christ)
Demons peekin' through the blinds, see they silhouette (silhoutte)
Perkies, Xannies and a blunt, that's a triple threat (woah)
Don't watch football, but I pop em, I need sticks again (f*ck that shit)
Wrote these books off, I was stallin', tryna get this bread (racks)
I jus might OD, pain I cause 'em, they won't miss a thing (oh no)
These rappers talkin' about these drugs, but I be living it
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Writer: Thomas Lee
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