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Trayce Chapman - Sage Lyrics



Trayce Chapman - Sage Lyrics




Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober

So ironic when I speak on pain it's really therapeutic
Popping bottles I ain't talking liquor I been going through It
Spirit heavy I ignore my feelings get to making music
Before I know it I'm off in the void tryna show and prove it
Anyway I got a couple mouth to feed
I ain't got enough time to feed the soul
Baby Momma got A DNA test
Thing is for another nigga tho
Then she went and took a road trip for him
Nigga really wanna charge it to the game
Thing is my daughter made the trip
I can't even much look at them the same
Thinking back on April 16th
Back when I had a concert to do
Word is that Da Baby pulling up
Making sure my outfit was new
Then I hopped on stage and got boo'd
Reminisce on failures I conclude
Tribulations barely make the news
You should let me serenade you you

Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober

This that bounce back and love yo self
Shit get real you gotta trust yoself
Take a day for yo mental health
Don't gotta tell nobody cuz you know yourself
Think about it like this
When you moving in a new crib
You dont never ever keep the boxes packed cuz they'll take up space where you live
It's no different really with your trauma nigga you gotta locate that to go big
It aint gangsta really not to talk about it Really owe that shit to your kids
Used to think I needed new beginning
Till I came about it like this
Ventilating I confront my vices getting more excitement like this
These days I been thinking clearer prolly how I'm writing like this
Thought about it and the shit just hit me like a strike of lighting just hit
Clearer guidance what I give my son just God's timing like this
I guess I wished up when I lost shit but I'm still shining like this

Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
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Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober

So ironic when I speak on pain it's really therapeutic
Popping bottles I ain't talking liquor I been going through It
Spirit heavy I ignore my feelings get to making music
Before I know it I'm off in the void tryna show and prove it
Anyway I got a couple mouth to feed
I ain't got enough time to feed the soul
Baby Momma got A DNA test
Thing is for another nigga tho
Then she went and took a road trip for him
Nigga really wanna charge it to the game
Thing is my daughter made the trip
I can't even much look at them the same
Thinking back on April 16th
Back when I had a concert to do
Word is that Da Baby pulling up
Making sure my outfit was new
Then I hopped on stage and got boo'd
Reminisce on failures I conclude
Tribulations barely make the news
You should let me serenade you you

Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober

This that bounce back and love yo self
Shit get real you gotta trust yoself
Take a day for yo mental health
Don't gotta tell nobody cuz you know yourself
Think about it like this
When you moving in a new crib
You dont never ever keep the boxes packed cuz they'll take up space where you live
It's no different really with your trauma nigga you gotta locate that to go big
It aint gangsta really not to talk about it Really owe that shit to your kids
Used to think I needed new beginning
Till I came about it like this
Ventilating I confront my vices getting more excitement like this
These days I been thinking clearer prolly how I'm writing like this
Thought about it and the shit just hit me like a strike of lighting just hit
Clearer guidance what I give my son just God's timing like this
I guess I wished up when I lost shit but I'm still shining like this

Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
Blowing gas tryna rise above it hope it take me over
Music blasting how I clear my conscience need final closure
Traumatized and I ain't even know sage burning slower
Spirit cleansing when you at this level really better sober
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Writer: Trayce Chapman
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