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Loose screws in my head
Thinking what if I was dead
Which ones would pray for me
Which would try to fuck my bitch
Oh boy got damn
Here we go With that shit again
Put a million miles
In these timberlands
Born in my city
Got me spitting venom man
Never been a snake though
Middle finger to the fake hoes
I'm breaking down loud
So I can touch clouds
Conversation with the angels
I might not come back down
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma
If I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect
But I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma
If I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect but I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma
Lost to many real ones
Been brothers since we was children
Think about it make me
Wanna peel something
Intrusive thoughts now is all I got
Trying to maintain and stick to the plot
But life call audibles and you gotta adapt
Ten toes down no looking back
I'm breaking down loud
So I can touch clouds
Conversation with the angels
I might not come back down
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma
If I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect
But I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma
If I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect
But I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma
I'm a house with no walls
Just a roof that leaks
A song with no tune
Just the words that speak
I'm the wind that howls
But never seeks
Momma pray for me pray for the weak
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma
If I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect but I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma
Pray for me momma
I'm trying make it to the light
Pray for me momma if I'm wrong or right
I'm not perfect but I'm working to be
Who I'm suppose to be
Pray for me momma