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Lee Gresh
Lee Gresh
Songwriter
Marcus Hopson
Marcus Hopson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm at the point where anyone I know just can't be trusted
I been conditioned by vicious cycles of family grudges
Goddamn, it sucks when you sink in the shoes you standing up in
So then you pray to God, hoping His blessing hands'll rush in
And maybe provide some guidance towards a source of light
And the Heavenly doors divide to eliminate wars inside
Of my own head, my life's a battlefield where most just don't tread
This dark cloud's got me discouraged, all of my hope fled
Anger's revved up like a moped circling blocks
Pressure's on, urging to pop, no reversing the plot
You know how many **** I wanna send to church in a box?
You know how many bitches I done dated that turned into thots?
Plenty, no doubt, too many to count
Hoes tryna empty accounts, they itchin' for clout, they'll piss on your crown
I'm clearly injured with no Band-Aid, so I take the wound
Next time, I trust myself instead of putting faith in you
And that's the only way it's gon' be
I ain't got too many homies, you know me
This should all be good but it ain't right now
I wish I could hit pause, hold up, time out (Time out)
And that's the only way it's gon' be
These cold nights are creepin' on me, it's lonely
This should all be good but it ain't right now
I wish I could hit pause, hold up, time out (Time out)
If I could go back to all of my past mistakes
I would just smash the brakes, you live and you learn, it burn, if that's the case
Then this is the moment that I climb from the casket then I rise through the ashes
And I find inner passion 'cause my time isn't passin'
No time soon even though I'm bruised, I'm tryna reach
Greatness and I hope I do, this low-light blues
Is tryna creep on me, so I proceed with both eyes glued
Wide open, I must thrive, y'all **** know my roots
Money can buy a lot of things, but it don't buy truth
It took me years to find this shit out, had my whole mind spooked
So now I'm tryna dig myself up out a hole I put myself in
For years, I lived inside of Hell's den, wonder who else been?
It's like my soul is meltin' and bein' poured in a witch's pot
And I just sit and watch as all of my riches rot
Is this real? Or maybe I'm perceiving reality wrong
Can't even recognize myself 'cause my sanity's gone
And that's the only way it's gon' be
I ain't got too many homies, you know me
This should all be good but it ain't right now
I wish I could hit pause, hold up, time out (Time out)
And that's the only way it's gon' be
These cold nights are creepin' on me, it's lonely
This should all be good but it ain't right now
I wish I could hit pause, hold up, time out (Time out)
Written by: Lee Gresh, Marcus Hopson
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