Jfk Chase Moore (Ft. Illmac)

[Intro: Chase Moore]
Never wanted something so bad
Always find a way to make the time
Calling on my line for these Lincoln's and these Kennedy’s, yeah that's dead presidents

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Feels like, Pac in Juice, pushed me right off the roof
Fall I hit, rock bottom stand and wipe off the wounds
My third eye, never close but my sight's not askew
Go to sleep and watch the world, through my cycloptic view, ooh
Skeletons in my backyard buried ’em
Let 'em dig they own grave if that's y'all narrative, fuck it
Feel my heart, pound my chest, like I'm half-barbarian
Her love's a drug, it's all in vain, black tar heroin
Pride before the fall, crime before we ball
Tryna get myself straight, no dead weight, I'm riding for us all
I’m out the way, used to count the days, now I count my blessings
A coward dies a thousand ways, I’ma live forever
Tell me what you see, or what you feel
You could have it all, but it's not enough, it’s not enough
Hand-me-downs brought me up, changed my clothes and not my ways
I was raised from humble beginnings, I'm trying not to change

[Chorus: Illmac & Chase Moore]
Pain up in my vibe, dead people need my time, that's money on the line (Oh woah)
Can't play ’em to the side, dead people need my time, that's money on the line (Oh woah)
Pain up in my vibe, dead people need my time, that's money on the line (Oh woah)
Can't play 'em to the side, dead people need my time, that's money on the line (Oh woah)