[Intro]
Tears falling from my face
Tears falling from my face and I don't know why
And I don't know why
[Chorus]
I can hear my sins callin' (Yeah, yeah)
They ain't love me when I was ballin' (Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Had to treat this shit like it was all in (Ooh, ooh)
Now I fear my life, this shit is fallin', it's all fallin'
Hear my sins callin' (Hear my sins callin')
They ain't love me when I was ballin' (When I was ballin')
Had to treat this shit like it was all in (Like it was all in)
Now I fear my life, this shit is fallin', it's all fallin'
[Verse 1]
Tears falling from my face and I don't know why
Nowadays, the death beside me, send a prayer to the sky
I smoke my enemies in my ashes, give a fuck if he die
And I'm high off the pills and I'm tryna calm down
And they think that it's a joke, when I'm withdrawin', come around
Used to carry pocket rockets on me, paps showed me how to slow that down
Lil' bitch, if you right beside me, shit, I might just drip it out
I brought them racks in, like fuck her backend
Mama, look at me now, shit, I'm proud
Guess I did good for a young drug addict, this ain't average
Why you askin', uh, what I'm packin'? Uh
'Bout a hundred bands in these hands got your bitch on her hands
Tears falling from my face
Tears falling from my face and I don't know why
And I don't know why
[Chorus]
I can hear my sins callin' (Yeah, yeah)
They ain't love me when I was ballin' (Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Had to treat this shit like it was all in (Ooh, ooh)
Now I fear my life, this shit is fallin', it's all fallin'
Hear my sins callin' (Hear my sins callin')
They ain't love me when I was ballin' (When I was ballin')
Had to treat this shit like it was all in (Like it was all in)
Now I fear my life, this shit is fallin', it's all fallin'
[Verse 1]
Tears falling from my face and I don't know why
Nowadays, the death beside me, send a prayer to the sky
I smoke my enemies in my ashes, give a fuck if he die
And I'm high off the pills and I'm tryna calm down
And they think that it's a joke, when I'm withdrawin', come around
Used to carry pocket rockets on me, paps showed me how to slow that down
Lil' bitch, if you right beside me, shit, I might just drip it out
I brought them racks in, like fuck her backend
Mama, look at me now, shit, I'm proud
Guess I did good for a young drug addict, this ain't average
Why you askin', uh, what I'm packin'? Uh
'Bout a hundred bands in these hands got your bitch on her hands
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