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Judgement Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan Skid
Length: 2:59
Written by: Ryan Skid




Ryan Skid - Judgement Lyrics




Uh, summer time where you'll find me
At the Trading Post ATVs sippin' iced tea
Boo gave me the number I ain't got service to call her
They let me eat for free and say I look just like my father
A nice wage here yeah that's a nice dream
Come from out of town you'd probably think we sellin ice cream
Summer days we baskin', summer nights we robbin'
Cause come winter meals in the pen's better than starvin'
Ain't it right, bet my paradise on a pair of dice
Where I'm from no one try to change they say that'd be nice
Won't get me 'til you drive country roads bumpin' Jeezy
Do so good with nothin' they all think you had it easy
Lighter please believe me still got way more to get off my chest
No one else gon' control my progress, it's up to me I guess
Waitin' on Lady Luck? My hand's up her dress
And it's gon' stay there 'til she get on top or 'til the Lord say stop

'Til the Lord say stop

Coast to coast no matter where I go across the land
I miss my kinfolk, BC folk we forever fam
When I'm gone you're the only solace for my achin' soul
Thanksgiving I wish we'd all pass around the gravy bowl
It all feels like icing on the cake these days
Think back to when I first heard "Charleston's Gotta Problem"
And I'd sit in my room and vibe to tapes by Charlie Blac and recite Mewl
They why I'm here so 'til I'm gone know I got 'em
WV, 16 bars never be enough from me
So I ain't gon' stop 'til all of us is livin' comfortably
'Til there ain't no pills there's tons of phone interview calls
'Til we trade the picks in mines for suits and ties and have it all
Amid applause you know there's so many hatin
College kids been waitin' pipeliners need motivation
First time in her life I'm tryna send momma on vacation
So this gon' end either after I pop, or when the Lord say stop

When the Lord say stop
Nowhere
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Uh, summer time where you'll find me
At the Trading Post ATVs sippin' iced tea
Boo gave me the number I ain't got service to call her
They let me eat for free and say I look just like my father
A nice wage here yeah that's a nice dream
Come from out of town you'd probably think we sellin ice cream
Summer days we baskin', summer nights we robbin'
Cause come winter meals in the pen's better than starvin'
Ain't it right, bet my paradise on a pair of dice
Where I'm from no one try to change they say that'd be nice
Won't get me 'til you drive country roads bumpin' Jeezy
Do so good with nothin' they all think you had it easy
Lighter please believe me still got way more to get off my chest
No one else gon' control my progress, it's up to me I guess
Waitin' on Lady Luck? My hand's up her dress
And it's gon' stay there 'til she get on top or 'til the Lord say stop

'Til the Lord say stop

Coast to coast no matter where I go across the land
I miss my kinfolk, BC folk we forever fam
When I'm gone you're the only solace for my achin' soul
Thanksgiving I wish we'd all pass around the gravy bowl
It all feels like icing on the cake these days
Think back to when I first heard "Charleston's Gotta Problem"
And I'd sit in my room and vibe to tapes by Charlie Blac and recite Mewl
They why I'm here so 'til I'm gone know I got 'em
WV, 16 bars never be enough from me
So I ain't gon' stop 'til all of us is livin' comfortably
'Til there ain't no pills there's tons of phone interview calls
'Til we trade the picks in mines for suits and ties and have it all
Amid applause you know there's so many hatin
College kids been waitin' pipeliners need motivation
First time in her life I'm tryna send momma on vacation
So this gon' end either after I pop, or when the Lord say stop

When the Lord say stop
Nowhere
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