Lord, forgive me for my sins But About to sin again
I'm too old to still be doing this Shit Well, it depends
But after I make this money, I Promise to make amends
The devil knocking with a Proposition, I gotta let him in
You see, I tried to keep him out Plus, you told me after I beat all The odds
It evens out Well, this shit ain't Even yet
This dark cloud hovering over Me, and this shit ain't leaving yet
These racist cops keep f*cking With me My youngest baby mom, She ain't f*cking with
Me The bills keep piling up, but The funds is
Empty And T-Mobile just f*cking Clip me for a hundred fifty
I swear I done reached the lowest Of the lows Emotional, no Control, so much coldness from
My soul I wanna talk to friends, But there's so much
To expose I thought my best Friend was my rider
Till she drove me off the road And I lost every job that paid me Well
I lost my love, lost my license, I Ain't take it well
And every time I started to rise, Demons came from behind
Closelining me back to hell like JBL I chose not to give a f*ck, Just tryna be
Honest I made it all about my Bucks, I tried to
Be Giannis Things taking away From me as soon as I see
Promise And I ain't never too old To cry, we all need
Guidance It's been three years Since I was in the
Booth spitting rhymes They miss My lyrics and my spirit, guess I
Won't quit this time Still in the Race, but close my eyes, I see
The finish line For now, watch Over this gift of mine
Lord, forgive me for my sins Lord, forgive me for my sins
Lord, forgive me I been calling Out your name, are you listening
While you were giving out Blessings, did you forget me
God, I wanna give out love, but Feel so empty I feel so empty
Lord, forgive me I don't wanna do No wrong, but it's tempting
If I continue to do wrong, would You resent me
I been calling your name, Lord, Do you miss me
God, do you miss me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me for my sins And Lord, forgive me as I cleanse
Lord, forgive me
Q. Banks - 2. 1AM In Philly (The Cleanse) Lyrics
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Lord, forgive me for my sins But About to sin again
I'm too old to still be doing this Shit Well, it depends
But after I make this money, I Promise to make amends
The devil knocking with a Proposition, I gotta let him in
You see, I tried to keep him out Plus, you told me after I beat all The odds
It evens out Well, this shit ain't Even yet
This dark cloud hovering over Me, and this shit ain't leaving yet
These racist cops keep f*cking With me My youngest baby mom, She ain't f*cking with
Me The bills keep piling up, but The funds is
Empty And T-Mobile just f*cking Clip me for a hundred fifty
I swear I done reached the lowest Of the lows Emotional, no Control, so much coldness from
My soul I wanna talk to friends, But there's so much
To expose I thought my best Friend was my rider
Till she drove me off the road And I lost every job that paid me Well
I lost my love, lost my license, I Ain't take it well
And every time I started to rise, Demons came from behind
Closelining me back to hell like JBL I chose not to give a f*ck, Just tryna be
Honest I made it all about my Bucks, I tried to
Be Giannis Things taking away From me as soon as I see
Promise And I ain't never too old To cry, we all need
Guidance It's been three years Since I was in the
Booth spitting rhymes They miss My lyrics and my spirit, guess I
Won't quit this time Still in the Race, but close my eyes, I see
The finish line For now, watch Over this gift of mine
Lord, forgive me for my sins Lord, forgive me for my sins
Lord, forgive me I been calling Out your name, are you listening
While you were giving out Blessings, did you forget me
God, I wanna give out love, but Feel so empty I feel so empty
Lord, forgive me I don't wanna do No wrong, but it's tempting
If I continue to do wrong, would You resent me
I been calling your name, Lord, Do you miss me
God, do you miss me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me for my sins And Lord, forgive me as I cleanse
Lord, forgive me
I'm too old to still be doing this Shit Well, it depends
But after I make this money, I Promise to make amends
The devil knocking with a Proposition, I gotta let him in
You see, I tried to keep him out Plus, you told me after I beat all The odds
It evens out Well, this shit ain't Even yet
This dark cloud hovering over Me, and this shit ain't leaving yet
These racist cops keep f*cking With me My youngest baby mom, She ain't f*cking with
Me The bills keep piling up, but The funds is
Empty And T-Mobile just f*cking Clip me for a hundred fifty
I swear I done reached the lowest Of the lows Emotional, no Control, so much coldness from
My soul I wanna talk to friends, But there's so much
To expose I thought my best Friend was my rider
Till she drove me off the road And I lost every job that paid me Well
I lost my love, lost my license, I Ain't take it well
And every time I started to rise, Demons came from behind
Closelining me back to hell like JBL I chose not to give a f*ck, Just tryna be
Honest I made it all about my Bucks, I tried to
Be Giannis Things taking away From me as soon as I see
Promise And I ain't never too old To cry, we all need
Guidance It's been three years Since I was in the
Booth spitting rhymes They miss My lyrics and my spirit, guess I
Won't quit this time Still in the Race, but close my eyes, I see
The finish line For now, watch Over this gift of mine
Lord, forgive me for my sins Lord, forgive me for my sins
Lord, forgive me I been calling Out your name, are you listening
While you were giving out Blessings, did you forget me
God, I wanna give out love, but Feel so empty I feel so empty
Lord, forgive me I don't wanna do No wrong, but it's tempting
If I continue to do wrong, would You resent me
I been calling your name, Lord, Do you miss me
God, do you miss me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive Me
Lord, forgive me for my sins And Lord, forgive me as I cleanse
Lord, forgive me
Writer: Quinton Banks
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