Some days got me wondering
Like what does it all mean
Oh well
The Old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
Younger self was a church boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
F*cking doves
I'm trying to go full black swan
Don't get my lingo
I don't blame you
I'm so lost in the mind
All I rap is sad shit
Video games
And I what I can't have
That's code for pretty girls
With angel wings
On a flight path
To a better life
Man I sleep with a knife
And I don't say that to sound Hard
That's just me every night
The contemplation of letting go
Of the things I like
Wonder if heaven is real
Aye could I spend the night
Mom would say I'm on one
But I'm sure it's alright
The homie Rojas saw me lucid Dreaming screaming like
I lost all of my friends
I must've seen the end
Woke up confused
I didn't know who I was again
Man that shit was crazy
It got me thinking lately
Maybe an angel's better off Without me going crazy
Ha
Shit
Maybe an angel's better off Without me
The old me would've sold his Four for a six ahh
The old me would've sold his Soul for a
What
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six shit
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
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Some days got me wondering
Like what does it all mean
Oh well
The Old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
Younger self was a church boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
F*cking doves
I'm trying to go full black swan
Don't get my lingo
I don't blame you
I'm so lost in the mind
All I rap is sad shit
Video games
And I what I can't have
That's code for pretty girls
With angel wings
On a flight path
To a better life
Man I sleep with a knife
And I don't say that to sound Hard
That's just me every night
The contemplation of letting go
Of the things I like
Wonder if heaven is real
Aye could I spend the night
Mom would say I'm on one
But I'm sure it's alright
The homie Rojas saw me lucid Dreaming screaming like
I lost all of my friends
I must've seen the end
Woke up confused
I didn't know who I was again
Man that shit was crazy
It got me thinking lately
Maybe an angel's better off Without me going crazy
Ha
Shit
Maybe an angel's better off Without me
The old me would've sold his Four for a six ahh
The old me would've sold his Soul for a
What
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six shit
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
Like what does it all mean
Oh well
The Old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
Younger self was a church boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
F*cking doves
I'm trying to go full black swan
Don't get my lingo
I don't blame you
I'm so lost in the mind
All I rap is sad shit
Video games
And I what I can't have
That's code for pretty girls
With angel wings
On a flight path
To a better life
Man I sleep with a knife
And I don't say that to sound Hard
That's just me every night
The contemplation of letting go
Of the things I like
Wonder if heaven is real
Aye could I spend the night
Mom would say I'm on one
But I'm sure it's alright
The homie Rojas saw me lucid Dreaming screaming like
I lost all of my friends
I must've seen the end
Woke up confused
I didn't know who I was again
Man that shit was crazy
It got me thinking lately
Maybe an angel's better off Without me going crazy
Ha
Shit
Maybe an angel's better off Without me
The old me would've sold his Four for a six ahh
The old me would've sold his Soul for a
What
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six shit
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy Facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
The old me hated rap
I couldn't Understand
A broken heart will change shit
We'll call it gawds plan
Cause we were rotten
And we fell into the wrong Hands
Resentment forming in the Cracks of what was once love
The old me would've sold his Soul for a six pack
The younger self was that church Boy facing gawds wrath
A gawd smack was that hand Teaching me right and wrong
It's funny how you forget that Shit when you hit the bong
Writer: Christopher Mora
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