[Verse 1 ?henom] Yo Im Chillin inside my mind Im Waiting for god to give me a sign Or assignment from the highest being Sayin why Im alive Hearin the siren cry But Im still blinded by the mischief The prevalent factor here is clear that Im still wicked With or without the liquor A different route Wasnt changin who Im about But instead that satan had found this sinner And I was born with these ghosts in my closet Thinkin I lost it Even once thought that I was borderline alcoholic Im fallin victim to the bottomless pit of the liquor Im swallowin Father wallowin Im followin suit I try figure how I live this way So I sit on my knees Beggin to Jesus while I start to pray I stray away from the path of my homies Only endin back At my old ways Wishin that somebody coulda told me Yo youngin Just keep ya game face The changin ya fate on you slowly I Really hope you ready for the game change [Hook ?henom] x2 Cuz thangggs keep changin Everyday Lord on my side While I sit in the ride Trying harder everyday To stay away from the high [Verse 2 James Franken] Came to in the odyssey I was out of it Shake and dry liq all of over me Probably wasnt the best idea to hit the fast lane Luckily I made it home, before my fate caught up with me Changed my route of where Im headed, now Im destined To make it past, this tray of ash, I been wastin cash in I aint takin back sins, Im just makin up for em Used to wanna have a drink with god without a cup for him Bustin up myself over a buncha trust and wealth Because my life style had me like a mafuckin witness Stuck inside a stadium with tens of thousands of fans And Im playin jams but all I hear is whispers Who am I kiddin, my future lookin brighter than ever Feel high as feathers and I aint even hit shit Its like Im addicted to the visions that I used to have Man, even now that Im sober Im still trippin [Hook ?henom] x2 [Verse 3 ?henom] I think Im addicted to the higher livin Not the fancy cars and caviar But sparkin up a couple shipments Of Acapulco gold, SoCo, zips full of local grown and Zonin when home alone Hopin hard that I can stay afloat Im wonderin why I stumble Maybe the Gumble in me tries to keep me humble When tumblin down that flight at Como Maybe despite the lonesome Feeling I got I gotta deeper reason why Im really needin the pot I aint needin a lot to fill it possible problems spillin Out the top of the bottle swallow it seein optics spinning Man ya options thinnin like the herd Im thinkin you might get hurt if you dont hurdle the problems while they surface I gotta serpent like Adam and Eve But the snake aint an animal Its the battle within tryna stay palpable with Reality in the scope of every thought Inebriation helps me stay away from all I was taught [Hook ?henom] x2
henom, changin, needin, thangggs, thinnin