Christians

(álbum: Bent Rules - 2021)

I hate my grasp, I'm so stuck
I'm broke AF, flexing on
Flexing on my credit card, ayy
Nothing left, I might have to sell some drugs
I'm the plug if I love I mess it up, mess it up, yeah
Y'all man with a frown on his face always
Smoking and driving, God I believe you
But your people, Christians, gotta be wilding
You know where I'm vibing, losing myself I hate my own skin
Stress in pills they got me in slow-mo
I need that, I need that, wait
Think I need something to save me
Don't ever hit but I have a Mercedes, I can't pay it off and it's crazy
I'm missing times when I didn't have nothing before I make music
I was so innocent I was so clueless, now I got groupies and drugs I'm abusing
Momma getting nervous, I might get laced, losing my faith at a young age
[?] if you don't see that
I'm just one of a million
Grew up in the church as a villain
Getting shamed, look down vividly
My future looks big to me
Getting red zero in a [?]

Woah
Now it's sleeping in a [?] Sunday
Losing everything might get it back one day, yeah
Running my mouth like I don't feel no pain
Thank God, thank God, I'ma get it back one day

Now it's sleeping in a [?] Sunday
Losing everything might get it back one day, yeah
Running my mouth like I don't feel no pain
Thank God, thank God, I'ma get it back one day, yeah, ayy