Praying more
Heart on the floor but I thank the lord
Initially bitter to what you had in store
Stock getting low, sellin' me short, ima bear through it
I wanna blame you, and I would if I was dared to do it
Too many messes in a year
I try to mop em up but I just fill the floor with tears
Yeah
And my enemies ain't even what I fear
Cause I am busy with all my iniquities
Dropping a band to attract notability
Ominous sky and I'm clouded up mentally
Craving the rain, ima give up my tendencies
Growing up is getting real to me
Never knowing your intent for me
Bullets and surgery, 'Buelo with bourbon
Dementin' me
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Never the one to go preach to the choir, Rather be thrown in the fire
Burning my soul but it keeps me alive
The churches are really a bribe
Stacking the bread in the basket
Just for the pastor to bask in
Cop an Infiniti and a new jacket
While the assembly lackin'
The basic necessities
Searching for remedies, lookin' for god
Bringing em peace, he's not a facade
The intimate shit is the key to it all
Not the damn preachers that seek the applause
Clap to react, but the shit is running deeper
You afraid ya book is ending, but they'll always be a sequel
Everybody born the same way,
Everybody born the same way,
Never let em delegate
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Yeah
Rican Havoc - Place (feat. Christoph) Lyrics
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Praying more
Heart on the floor but I thank the lord
Initially bitter to what you had in store
Stock getting low, sellin' me short, ima bear through it
I wanna blame you, and I would if I was dared to do it
Too many messes in a year
I try to mop em up but I just fill the floor with tears
Yeah
And my enemies ain't even what I fear
Cause I am busy with all my iniquities
Dropping a band to attract notability
Ominous sky and I'm clouded up mentally
Craving the rain, ima give up my tendencies
Growing up is getting real to me
Never knowing your intent for me
Bullets and surgery, 'Buelo with bourbon
Dementin' me
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Never the one to go preach to the choir, Rather be thrown in the fire
Burning my soul but it keeps me alive
The churches are really a bribe
Stacking the bread in the basket
Just for the pastor to bask in
Cop an Infiniti and a new jacket
While the assembly lackin'
The basic necessities
Searching for remedies, lookin' for god
Bringing em peace, he's not a facade
The intimate shit is the key to it all
Not the damn preachers that seek the applause
Clap to react, but the shit is running deeper
You afraid ya book is ending, but they'll always be a sequel
Everybody born the same way,
Everybody born the same way,
Never let em delegate
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Yeah
Heart on the floor but I thank the lord
Initially bitter to what you had in store
Stock getting low, sellin' me short, ima bear through it
I wanna blame you, and I would if I was dared to do it
Too many messes in a year
I try to mop em up but I just fill the floor with tears
Yeah
And my enemies ain't even what I fear
Cause I am busy with all my iniquities
Dropping a band to attract notability
Ominous sky and I'm clouded up mentally
Craving the rain, ima give up my tendencies
Growing up is getting real to me
Never knowing your intent for me
Bullets and surgery, 'Buelo with bourbon
Dementin' me
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Never the one to go preach to the choir, Rather be thrown in the fire
Burning my soul but it keeps me alive
The churches are really a bribe
Stacking the bread in the basket
Just for the pastor to bask in
Cop an Infiniti and a new jacket
While the assembly lackin'
The basic necessities
Searching for remedies, lookin' for god
Bringing em peace, he's not a facade
The intimate shit is the key to it all
Not the damn preachers that seek the applause
Clap to react, but the shit is running deeper
You afraid ya book is ending, but they'll always be a sequel
Everybody born the same way,
Everybody born the same way,
Never let em delegate
My times, a waste
Yeah
I drive, I pace
I try, to change
But I can't face
My life's mistakes
Yeah
I cry, then pray
But I'll find my place
Yeah
Writer: Andres Feliciano
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid