[Intro: Daylyt]
Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor
Yeah
P, I see you
Oh, this shit feel like-
Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor
You know that feelin' when-?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Daylyt]
Just pray for me on the third
It's a body chopped in thirds, I heard
A lot of sheep in the circle
And you the goat, the Judas comin' to purge
It hurt him everytime you splurge
All this time spent, the mind sent, the haters envy
It make me happy knowin' they can never touch me
I tackle every goal he made, they think we playin' rugby
The rug be in the Ghost look like a floor at the haunted house
Six hunnid thousand on two hunnid acres, I know it hurt 'em bad
Paparazzi peek, we close the curtains
I know it hurt 'em, mad
Yeah, this like a verse that the pastor gave from the pulpit
They matador me but I ain't here for the bullshit
Never stress who they gon' bless today
I knew I'd get a mil', I came from Section 8, ain't stressed a plate, yeah
The rest is greatness, it's history in the makin'
His story he makin'
Take it into fact that we was taken
Placed inside the trap, tapped with laxatives and we think that we runnin' shit?
Relax and relapse, dope lift up a hunnid clips
Some blocks turn haunted, growth stunted
Like Barnum and Bailey, hard for the babies
Clownin' and drownin' they surroundings if an opp out
Backseat of the police car but never cop out
The pole too long to stop doubtin', for better days
The sun bright out, children, let it raise
If you hear this, keep your head up, praise, go
Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor
Yeah
P, I see you
Oh, this shit feel like-
Se Deus quiser, amanhã verei o meu amor
You know that feelin' when-?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Daylyt]
Just pray for me on the third
It's a body chopped in thirds, I heard
A lot of sheep in the circle
And you the goat, the Judas comin' to purge
It hurt him everytime you splurge
All this time spent, the mind sent, the haters envy
It make me happy knowin' they can never touch me
I tackle every goal he made, they think we playin' rugby
The rug be in the Ghost look like a floor at the haunted house
Six hunnid thousand on two hunnid acres, I know it hurt 'em bad
Paparazzi peek, we close the curtains
I know it hurt 'em, mad
Yeah, this like a verse that the pastor gave from the pulpit
They matador me but I ain't here for the bullshit
Never stress who they gon' bless today
I knew I'd get a mil', I came from Section 8, ain't stressed a plate, yeah
The rest is greatness, it's history in the makin'
His story he makin'
Take it into fact that we was taken
Placed inside the trap, tapped with laxatives and we think that we runnin' shit?
Relax and relapse, dope lift up a hunnid clips
Some blocks turn haunted, growth stunted
Like Barnum and Bailey, hard for the babies
Clownin' and drownin' they surroundings if an opp out
Backseat of the police car but never cop out
The pole too long to stop doubtin', for better days
The sun bright out, children, let it raise
If you hear this, keep your head up, praise, go
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