Wings

Lord, Lord

Yeah, alright let's do it

Ooh, and I just pray to God that we survive, that we survive

I asked the lord to give us wings so we could fly, so we could fly

And I just had a premonition that I died, I died

And now I can not go to sleep, I'm f****** terrified

Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins

And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn

Ain't nobody that will ever get up on a beat competing with these poets

Competing with this notion, a murder with a villain, spilling my devotion

Is at a higher level so people have never seen it

They fiending to get the purpose diverted from any meaning

To find the root of happiness, hope it really exists

Insisted you sit and press play and sift

Through the words of a n**** that presented you a gift

When I hit em with the real it make the people feel It never

Made em feel that you should reconsider

Get em with the venom

I'm finding it kind of funny

Exaggerations of money

Have saturated the sound with a cynical sayonara

Disintegrated your energy

Emphasizing with empathy

Empathetic erratic, oh

Orchestrated this symphony

Formulated a plan with the lyrics I've written

Suicidal psychopath someone save me, don't forgive me

Lord! Do you even hear me when a motherf***** talkin

I'm takin all of my pain and make it the center piece

And I'm open to promiscuity that you promised to never pass

Thinkin all the pain that I'm feeling will probably really last

Living in the past with my negative type of mind state

They bouta manifest it Confess I dealt with depression

I was suicidal as an adolescence

I was steady stressin

Lookin for the reason why anybody should live with all my f****** isolation

I know you see what it did

I'm paranoid, I'm talkin to myself, a n**** wanted out

But I was sitting in the corner

Feeling like a loner

Contemplating what what the f*** a n**** finna do

I got a blade and a bottle of pills to keep it real

I be taking every one till a n**** feel ill

I don't wanna be insane

But there was no one to blame

Slit wrists

Blood drips

It dissipated my pain

F***!

Kill em with the flow, I said I'm minding my business

So what the f*** are n****s spending the impeccable feeling

Repetitive the plan is develop a sentence

They hearin, it wasn't becoming dependent

I'm picking up a pack a pencil

I could paint a batch of pictures depicting my whole story

And given my whole life find a n**** in the gutter

Succumb into his advice

Called Christ mother f*****

The relic of sacrifice

And I wanna be the greatest

So that you cannot debate it

Never talked to mother f*****s or suckers that could not take it

Berrating What I'm doing, proving hatred eliminated them all

Considering me the god

Disintegrating my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled

Yeah, heh heh, yeah

Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled

Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people appalled

My n**** I pray to the lord that we make it

Salvation is me being faded, sedated

I'm soaking and sin and my secrets forsaken

But lately my n****, I don't give a f***

Marijuana induces my paranoia

F*** it, I'm freeing my mind like a mason

When facing a J

I'm adjacent to Jason

Masking my pain, and erasing the aching

Investing into all of my business

The labels just want a percentage

The concept of branding an image

Wait n****s just really don't get

KAAN

Brandon, image

They my mother f****** n****s

And I'm getting premonitions

Scribbling all my writtens

The difference between sleeping and having a f****** vision

Is I plotted for the profit

The plot properly thickens

Lucid dreaming, reality

A percentage maintains society

Religion, p****, power, puppet politicians

Praying that a n**** f****** flip a key

Make examples out of niggas tryin me

Money, p**** not defining me

They compare you to your own companions

Now them same n****s be your new rivalries

Lord, why these n****s wanna plot on me

They throwin shade, takin shots at me

So I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket

Pull up, James Harden when I pop a three, n****

You either gettin paid or you gettin played

And if you ain't with it than you in the way

So n****, f*** what a f*** n**** gotta say now

Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins

And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn