a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu diary of a mad black man – wakai

[chorus: wakai]
pray it don’t take me
pray it don’t
i pray it don’t take me
i pray it don’t

[verse 1: wakai]
burnt like spliffs in a blizzard
learn the sickness n*ggas venting off
malt liquor religions, claiming pockets itching
pitching maybe k!lling
difference when i listen, nodding off i’m in the distance
too malicious, i shifted i made a way
to the savior like take me away
safe to say i’m never ducking a play
growing up i played the cut unless it’s something to say
mind you homies passing away
pass me the lighter i’m a striker writer
everything i lost only cost me a lifer
head first scuba diver
when he spit it’s like detonations of choppas
to revelations i got you

[chorus: wakai]
pray it don’t take me
pray it don’t
i pray it don’t take me
i pray it don’t
[verse 2: marco plus]
i’m only left with what i’m left with
this life sh*t turning into tetris
the vice grips of debt broke the metrics
slight drift of snow n*ggas know what they can’t mess with
it’s tough when you don’t see the vinyl simulation section
or the remnants of the pressure we can sort it when it’s destined
we can scheme it out
crossing out the urgency of burdens and my whereabouts
topping leaderboards is a disservice need absurd amounts
if we ‘gon really eat, f*ck is clout
if you betting on my downfall you lost already
the sauce leaked i was mad cause the sh*t wasn’t ready
i gave you everything you needed to succeed or crash out
bad b*tch h*lla innocent, leave him assed out

[chorus: wakai]
pray it don’t take me
pray it don’t
i pray it don’t take me
i pray it don’t

[verse 3: fly anakin]
i really be outside the sun dying my dreads
high on the ledge
and when i jump no i ain’t dying
b*tch i’m flying instead
i’m tryna get bread
bad b*tches tryna give head
cause my mind is ahead
i might have to give her what she asking for
a classy hoe who down to eat the d*ck
and let the ratchet blow
put a worm in the spliff, she say she never had no wax before
and never had a n*gga with no cash before
and she ain’t the type to run off
but she can’t know where i stash it though
chicago jordan 1s, i feel like mike in ’85
where i’m from you gotta fight to stay alive
the demons tryna break your stride
i take a trip like i take a drive
down 285, the crazy highs of psilocybin tryna k!ll my lazy pry
i remember i ain’t have it at all
now i’m obsessed with having it all
i need to win my backs to the wall
making master plans with my n*ggas
puffing passing a raw
i’m too obsessive over this sh*t
i think my passion a flaw
d*mn
[chorus: wakai]
pray it don’t take me
pray it don’t
i pray it don’t take me
i pray it don’t

- wakai

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...