Gray’s Lament 7.6 (Freestyle) – Christon Gray Testo della canzone

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Gray's Lament 7.6 (Freestyle) – Christon Gray

Efechto
I'm really feeling like doin' a Kanye rant
Set the table for 'em

She don't believe in shoes and cars
But she believe I'm a superstar
We slow dance in my new apartment
It's like a scene from a movie, darling
Fast ride at the amusement park and
Now we more of the type to slow it up
God told us to get more in touch
Yeah, He knows it all and we don't know enough
I hear what y'all saying, but can't buy it
So why would I pay attention to silence
Shh, God told me to kill a giant
Yeah, we live as kings, I wasn't lyin'
To the coke that tried to kill us
Why y'all cherry pickin' your scriptures?
Try to tarnish my name with no filter
You the reason the whole genre is splintered
Yeah, yo you better run like Quicksilver
Flashin'

Keep them records coming for me bro
I already know Shabby picked this one
Ladies and gentleman, DJ Efechto
I mean, y'all really don't think I'mma make it?
Ok

Something wrong, God hold my hand
You say this false, well my career dead
What about my baby girl? Tryna keep her fed
She turnin' 5, needs a new bed
Moved out my home, wish I was there
But I'm moving on like I said I would
With a lovely girl and we doing good
Leave the past behind and be a better [?]
Spotlight, cash tight, ain't right
Shab might, Dark Knight, all of the lights, all of the lights
God's fight, mind right, clear sight
Not quite a stoplight, all of the lights, all of the lights

Efechto
I might be right, I might be wrong
All amour
It's worth the fight, keep holdin'

Thought about a song, gon' talk about it
We just tryin' to do good while evil is all around us
Only game where they play you before they pay you
I'mma cut above the rest, already payed dues
I'm like cut me the check, I gotta pay dues
Cost money to do this man, that ain't fake news
Homie look up some mixes and videos
Only homies that shared my music was Givens and Mineo, aight
No one swallow, let's go make a summer
Thanks for the pub, I pray you keep doin' numbers
Missin' out on the tour was a low-key stunner
Let's make up the lost time, I consider you a brother
Uh, little out of sorts, sortin' out the divorce
Do I want to move on? Of course
Time was so short, but it felt so long
How do you tell apart if you're so, so alone
Right for us both, but it felt so wrong
Tried to stay close when it felt so gone
This is more than just some song I wrote
Wonder what hotels hold the hearts I broke
To all the women I was talkin' to
I'll admit it, I didn't have too much to offer you
Still waitin' on my offer, we had holes in our pants
But when we left the label, then we left the advance
Chillin' with my girl and I just wanna dance
It's getting kinda hard to keep my junk in my pants
Chris, the more love the merrier
The more risk if you make love before you marry her
It's never easy, but it's always beautiful
Even when you make a mistake, it's so unusual
Shabby if we want a bigger fanbase
Guess we gon' have to change the landscape
It's more than just a smile and a handshake

Thirty hours
You might be right, you might be wrong
I got some things to say
Some stuff I've never put on an album
I'mma leave it right here, then I'mma let it go

Why there Nazi flags in America?
And why is it either that or it's [?]
Why is this a political issue?
When the truth is, I'll pause while you get a tissue
See, Jesus loved the little children
All the children in the world, you know the rest
So please don't try to use biblical scriptures as a blasphemous way to oppress
I see your hate and I raise you love
Not by my strength, but from God above
So when you scream how much you hate me
I will smile, but my heart is breaking

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