Scarface

Steer

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Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing devil in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)
Lord if you hear me, steer

I think I need to resign feeling right
My conscious is at easy saying live your life
Got everything I ain't miss much, bra
Got my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up
My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out
Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed this time
Career still intact got my street cred
Went on with life thinking that deeds dead
But every now and then I get flash backs
And down on my knees in the Aston
God keep my head on the sour wanna spaz out
Load back up that 45 and air a nigga ass out

Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing devil in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer)
Lord if you hear me, steer

Awakened me by the sound of the siren
Helicopter spotlights illuminate crime scene
Crowd gathers 'round tryin' to find out what the fuck is happenin'
Wait a minute, time out
I looked a little closer at my t-shirt
I see sports of blood, it's now startin' to bleed words
I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though
And then the camera man starts to pan slow
Realizing what I'm up against
I guess I'm just have to face the consequence
Step back to reality
I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me

Paranoid, got me running for my life now
Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now
Parking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out
Running, chest burning, out of breath
About to fall out
Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign
Going back to jail ain't the plan, so the outline
Is to come up with something so I escpape this or
Handcuffed fuck that I ain't better take shit
I rather be carried by a six feet judged by twelve, get in that cell
Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down
'Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial

Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing devil in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me, steer


Autor(es): BRAD JORDAN, LUKE WALKER