Pray for Me E

We have to go to the root. We have to go to the cause. Dealing with the condition itself is not enough, And it is because of our effort towards getting Straight to the root that people oftentimes think We're dealing in chaos. Praying that I get the chance to ball. Niggas like me done seen it all. Last chance with my back against the wall. Had to tear the roof, not talking about a Jawww. If I slip, baby, catch me if I Fallll. We don't even need a plane, We go far. Swear your body like a Dali, talking art. Working every day like I'm wearing Carhartt. Listen what the wind say, don't listen what your Friends say. pussy peak, it's Wednesday. You know you give me leg drums. No acting, no Lorenzo. I told 'em I'm a focus. Yeah, I could be your sensei. Them haters, they get blocked now. Them boppers, they get shot down. I'm working on my crop now. You know I'm on my way home. I'm speeding when I'm crosstown. I'm dreaming about the top down. The gas light reading five miles. Left in it, European linen. Broken record for the flies, nigga, I'm in Guinness. And there's nowhere to run when time come and Get you. Always feeling like I'm running, time Getting stitchin'. I can't even feel the love when I ain't in the city. Trying to drown in These cups, I ain't even kidding. I been talking to myself, hope I ain't going Skizit. Never asking them for help just to say They did it. Praying that I get the chance To ball. Niggas like me done seen it all. Last chance with my back against the wall. Had to tear the roof, not talking about a Jawww. If I slip, baby, catch me if I Fallll. We don't even need a plane, We go far. Swear your body like a Dali, talking art. Working every day like I'm wearing Carhartt. Listen what the wind say, don't listen what your Friends say. That pussy peak, it's Wednesday. You know you give me leg drums. No acting, no Lorenzo. I told 'em I'm a focus. Yeah, I could be your sensei. Who taught you to hate yourself from the top Of your head to the soles of your feet? Who taught you to hate your own kind? Yeah. Ayy. Uh. I could be your sensei or you could Be my sin. Or I could be your friend. And where do we begin? Got money for your car. I'm hoping it don't end. Too faded, I can't even get my memories again. Too phony, know they folding like they never even Swim. This gas tax fucking up my memory. And when I get that check, don't hold the Celery. I need all blue strips, I need all blue tips. I don't care where we dip off, Saint Lucia To Monaco. Santorini to Lisbon, Paris, I'm inside of you. Tokyo, I'm proud of you. Stockholm to Amsterdam, London, where your body Went? I brought that pain out the hood, Ain't nobody left it. Promises and my pride, Both of them I kept it. Woke up, gave the kettle. Still don't feel no better. I got work to Do. Time to hit that level. Time to hit that level. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.