Why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
It's like, I don't even know if I want them back
Cry for these men and women, but don't taunt their tracks
Mourn, be sad
But moral of that
Is to move on, but I'm a hypocrite
These few songs, I just fill ´em with
Regrets
The stress
I feel is consumin' me
To God, I kneel for fuelin' me
But it's my mom, my bro, my pop that deal with my foolish dreams
They rot, I heal pursuin' these
Damn, I'm a shit person
And, it worsens
Man, hope these hits cure them
Can't, go fit the words in
My head, they go all over the place
I see red, and flow outta space
I'm hopin' to stay
I don't know. Am I broken or straight ?
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
I do, I'd be lyin' if I said the opposite
Got sirens in my head they're knockin' in
Fire is the spread I'm followin'
A lion, inside dead when I cock the pen
Hit the kicks with all
Syllables
And I hit them all
I said I hit them all
Dire, I'm learnin' lessons
Higher, is the first of mentions
When I wake up
When I sleep
And I rage at love
In the heat
Of some moments, not all of them
Dumb hopin', lock the pen
I g-g-gotta make a name
I g-g-gobble the fakes with fame
Shit's been bad in the fam
But I fit and stick ink sacks in my hand
Killin' rap, it's facts, I'm makin' my stand
And still then ask, God like a Stan
Why me ?
I mean
It's highly
Unlikely
That I'm the
Chosen one, the one to save the fam
I'm like a broken sun, that can't light up but create heat, and
Yet, I feel like the hero, the man
Hard as steel, feel the heat cold, and damn
Assassin
When they pull me out, I go back in
Like a straight bullet route, I roll thrashin'
Anything in the way
Plenty sing, makin' claims
I gotta give them a push
And what they do is good
But they can never lay what I lay
Ay
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
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Why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
It's like, I don't even know if I want them back
Cry for these men and women, but don't taunt their tracks
Mourn, be sad
But moral of that
Is to move on, but I'm a hypocrite
These few songs, I just fill ´em with
Regrets
The stress
I feel is consumin' me
To God, I kneel for fuelin' me
But it's my mom, my bro, my pop that deal with my foolish dreams
They rot, I heal pursuin' these
Damn, I'm a shit person
And, it worsens
Man, hope these hits cure them
Can't, go fit the words in
My head, they go all over the place
I see red, and flow outta space
I'm hopin' to stay
I don't know. Am I broken or straight ?
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
I do, I'd be lyin' if I said the opposite
Got sirens in my head they're knockin' in
Fire is the spread I'm followin'
A lion, inside dead when I cock the pen
Hit the kicks with all
Syllables
And I hit them all
I said I hit them all
Dire, I'm learnin' lessons
Higher, is the first of mentions
When I wake up
When I sleep
And I rage at love
In the heat
Of some moments, not all of them
Dumb hopin', lock the pen
I g-g-gotta make a name
I g-g-gobble the fakes with fame
Shit's been bad in the fam
But I fit and stick ink sacks in my hand
Killin' rap, it's facts, I'm makin' my stand
And still then ask, God like a Stan
Why me ?
I mean
It's highly
Unlikely
That I'm the
Chosen one, the one to save the fam
I'm like a broken sun, that can't light up but create heat, and
Yet, I feel like the hero, the man
Hard as steel, feel the heat cold, and damn
Assassin
When they pull me out, I go back in
Like a straight bullet route, I roll thrashin'
Anything in the way
Plenty sing, makin' claims
I gotta give them a push
And what they do is good
But they can never lay what I lay
Ay
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
It's like, I don't even know if I want them back
Cry for these men and women, but don't taunt their tracks
Mourn, be sad
But moral of that
Is to move on, but I'm a hypocrite
These few songs, I just fill ´em with
Regrets
The stress
I feel is consumin' me
To God, I kneel for fuelin' me
But it's my mom, my bro, my pop that deal with my foolish dreams
They rot, I heal pursuin' these
Damn, I'm a shit person
And, it worsens
Man, hope these hits cure them
Can't, go fit the words in
My head, they go all over the place
I see red, and flow outta space
I'm hopin' to stay
I don't know. Am I broken or straight ?
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
It's a question I've had for a long time
For so long can't find a response
If the dead can rise back, I won't lie
Do I want that sight to come ?
I do, I'd be lyin' if I said the opposite
Got sirens in my head they're knockin' in
Fire is the spread I'm followin'
A lion, inside dead when I cock the pen
Hit the kicks with all
Syllables
And I hit them all
I said I hit them all
Dire, I'm learnin' lessons
Higher, is the first of mentions
When I wake up
When I sleep
And I rage at love
In the heat
Of some moments, not all of them
Dumb hopin', lock the pen
I g-g-gotta make a name
I g-g-gobble the fakes with fame
Shit's been bad in the fam
But I fit and stick ink sacks in my hand
Killin' rap, it's facts, I'm makin' my stand
And still then ask, God like a Stan
Why me ?
I mean
It's highly
Unlikely
That I'm the
Chosen one, the one to save the fam
I'm like a broken sun, that can't light up but create heat, and
Yet, I feel like the hero, the man
Hard as steel, feel the heat cold, and damn
Assassin
When they pull me out, I go back in
Like a straight bullet route, I roll thrashin'
Anything in the way
Plenty sing, makin' claims
I gotta give them a push
And what they do is good
But they can never lay what I lay
Ay
Why me ?
I ask God, why me ?
Writer: Samuel Kanaan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid