"FATHER FORGIVE" lyrics

"FATHER FORGIVE"

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Where have you been though? It's gotta be room in hell
Sorry but there's too many demons out here doing well
I can't let nobody sit me down, rather sit in a cell
Pressure'll break a lot, do you have a limit to tell?
Pride's before the fall, I know what that's 'bout
Better think about it all before you crash out
90 miles an hour on the cash route
I had a schedule according to the last count

Yo
I can't leave my health with no one else, I'd rather trust myself
Therapy ain't gon' better me to the point where nothing helps
Dominated weight classes, got more than a couple belts
Hand on the wheel, I'm pushing the pedal til rubber melts
Pain won't exempt me, my heart is running on empty
Ride is running outta gas, but this stain is fogging my memory
Roads are bumpy. a more stable mindset will calm me eventually
I'm on this hill all alone, it feels like a army's against me
Adding up your accomplishments don't amount to what we see
I'd be parading of another man's movement, couldn't be me
I'm notorious, lift [?]
Fingerprinted, wheeling the V
The reactions were automatic, no number pad or a key
Lotta ya dizzy, your peace offering's a frisbee
You won't line me with no lace, can't a beauty contestant rizz me
Might as well just forget me, you can't even smoke with me
I'm a purple eyed, bonafide, certified... hippie

Where have you been though? It's gotta be room in hell
Sorry but there's too many demons out here doing well
I can't let nobody sit me down, rather sit in a cell
Pressure'll break a lot, do you have a limit to tell?
Pride's before the fall, I know what that's 'bout
Better think about it all before you crash out
90 miles an hour on the cash route
I had a schedule according to the last count

You like to plan, but living inside the moment can get you far
And sometimes, you gotta lose yourself to find out who you are
There's no perfect time to do something, pull the trigger tomorrow
I'm outrapping these niggas daily, ya slighted, it's so bizarre
There's no prize for all your complaining, streaming gifts of balloons
Keep in mind with all of your venting, it's leading to other rooms
I'm a combination of chaos, cross meth crystals and shrooms
I can promise you no distractions, just traction as we resume
With these drops, I've been surgical
Blocking me raised my vertical
And my reputation blue every day, I need a convertible
I transited the curtain too
The next generation ain't never heard of you
Keep your friends at a minimum, friends'll murder you
Ran me over with a Mac truck, I dust it off and got back up
Can't be giving that lap up in back of the Cadillac truck
Scarred me up but I'm patched up
Sped ahead for the fast bucks
I hope you niggas appreciate this last rush

Where have you been though? It's gotta be room in hell
Sorry but there's too many demons out here doing well
I can't let nobody sit me down, rather sit in a cell
Pressure'll break a lot, do you have a limit to tell?
Pride's before the fall, I know what that's 'bout
Better think about it all before you crash out
90 miles an hour on the cash route
I had a schedule according to the last count

Yeah


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