[Lecrae]
Where am I going
What I'm living for?
I rolled the dice on life
So tell me what they getting for it
I'm three shots in
Probably depressed
But crying about my problems ain't gonna get me out this mess
Ride around playing Scarface
I'm a hard case
I wanna die
But I'm scared of looking in God's face
Popping pills and powder
Trying to kill some hours
Cause when I'm sober
Man, I promise I can feel the power
Of death eating me slowly
I'm on my way
Heaven or Hell
Well, that's only for God to say
I lost some people
But I never like to talk about it (nah)
Hard time
We go through 'em
We don't walk around 'em
I'm too mature to go listen to Black Hippy
Get trippy, smoke on the sticky, and find a Britney that's pretty, naw
I know that only pacifies my problem
There's something deep inside me
And I can't seem to resolve it
My worst days
Man, I just want to revolver
My best days
I'm blinded by all this fog, huh
I'm in the ride looking mean
Money in the jeans
Ladies all cling to the fabric like static
But in the end
You know it's all a bad habit
Strangers on my Craftmatic
Man, we all some addicts
Perfect junkies trying to find who we really are
Hypnotized by the rims on a pretty car
[Kevin Ross]
Why?
Lord, I know the truth
But I'm good in my lies
If loving this is wrong
I don't wanna be right
It keeps pulling me down
So I look to the clouds
There is the devil
The devil in disguise
[Lecrae]
They brag about a million dollars
Like that's supposed to make us cold
I know better
I seen Jay chase a hundred more
If he ain't satisfied with it
What's the point in running?
Just sit here with a blunt
And watch these rappers try to stunt
And break necks for paychecks
If I ain't broke
I'm still broken
Tie a noose into this tightrope
Then I walk and feel the hellfire on my heels
But I ain't hurt enough to heal
I don't wanna kneel
If God's real
I believe He became a man
Otherwise, ain't no other way to understand
What it's like to be me
What it's like to be an outcast
Tempted by all the devil's diseases
So if it pleases Him to rescue a fool
I'll be drowning in a pool of liquor to keep cool
Smoking a Kool
Like the old heads do
Call me Nat King Cole
Like I'm gonna spread blue
Pain a pest
I been trying to smoke it out
But it never seems to die
When I choke it out
I try to drink it away
But my stomach swell
And what I'm drinking on earth
I'll probably throw up in Hell, well
Jesus, they say You'll take away my cancer
Accept the mess of a man that I am
And give me answers (please)
They say You died for the selfishness that I'm pursuing
Before I head to my ruin
Turn my eyes to You
Six shots in and half past sober
I pray when I wake up
The darkness will be over
God, I'm six shots in
Half past sober
Pray when I wake up
The darkness will be over
