FBI knockin' at the door
Wake me up
Livin' at my grandparents though
Take me up to heaven, not the pen, prefer that much
The months on my mind
Earth is swellin', think I'm f*cked
God, my man, can you invite some friends
Im lonely in this place
I need to vent
In the event the water rise above my neck
You can let me drown if you think it's what for the best
Walkin', walkin', through the catacombs
Lock in, lock in, with my eyes
F*ck it, f*ck it, I'll walk the path alone
As long as I got God, I'll be alright
Let em' hoist you up, my voice is love
But my heart is pain
Never since I met you had harder days
And no one ever had me in a harder gaze
Shoulda said no, then I let her on in
Thats what I do, but its better than prison
Is it
Never felt love like she give it
Bitch got grip
I aint finished - yes
Bitch got skin
It aint fizzin - yet
Feds here, aint for a visit
F*ck