Sophomooreik

Jehovah


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I've been the same way my whole life
Screaming Mayday it wouldn't go right
No one can save me I'll do it on my own, right?
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord I
Know I've
Been impatient
I know that I could be a fucking saint in the making
Whenever you say it I just wanna wait it out
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord

Felt like I didn't have a pot to piss in nah
My piss had pot in yeah
Played spot the difference between me and niggas with profit
Like he's got the digits
I've got two digits crossing
Pray for the top position
He's been living on it
Can't face the ticking tocking tick a box of pills to stop it
Living hot headed thinking ice might chill the noggin
Sitting cross legged reminiscing this is not it
I've gotta get some skrilla my skills are up to par
Fuck chilling in a villa wanna chill up in the stars
No heaven for a sinner they kill us in the dark
I've been tryna' shimmer, shimmy yay shimmy yah
OD because I'm needing to flee from the past
Feasting to fasting
Each evening is jarring
Deceased when I started
To leave as a martyr
Isn't what I intended
Sentences getting bended
But he's breaking every digit of the hand they may lend him

I've been the same way my whole life
Screaming Mayday it wouldn't go right
No one can save me I'll do it on my own, right?
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord I
Know I've
Been impatient
Know that I could be a fucking saint in the making
Whenever you say it I just wanna wait it out
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord

Hold control with a mic on
From the minute I speak I minimise cons
Fuck the rules they abide by
Coz a bit of my soul will sit in my songs
Everybody knows that a sinner I am
Shoulders are cold with a bit of ice on
Heart of stone and veins are freezing
Bleeding truth that they shy from
Shimmy yay shimmy yah won't die from
Drugs in my system bygones
Will be bygones and if I'm wrong
Then I'm strapped to the back of a ticking time bomb
Get shit blown out of proportion
Out of the way bitch I got the portions
Look what I brought em
Food for thought and
Most will choke though
So be cautious
Hard to swallow that the people in the Porsche's
Forget they're there because of the paupers
Can't hold em up when we've fallen
On deaf ears guess we're important
To very few
Heading to, death beds get a snooze
Then ensues dead dreams
Getting through to anybody is a mission when you sever truth

I've been the same way for my whole life
Screaming Mayday it wouldn't go right
No one can save me I'll do it on my own right
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord I
Know I've
Been impatient
I know that I could be a fucking saint in the making
Whenever you say it I just wanna wait it out
Don't wanna owe my soul to you my lord

You waited all this time
To see me fall to my knees
You're wish is granted
Departed
From all that I need

You waited all this time
To see me fall to my knees
You're wish is granted
Departed
From all that I need


Writer/s: Liam Joseph Moore