Uhh
Uhh
It's yours
The world is
These are the deepest "wonders" of the world, and still the problems of today
Aware that life's more like Video Games, in which, I choose to play
Pretend to hate it wishing "ill will"
My spirits more outdated through the seasons in
Hopes of being Legend and not Legion
Peers leaching through my eyes screeching God this cry's "freedom"
If it wasn't so indignant to the pigment you were dawn upon I
Put up a fight, but still I'm frowned upon the light of God's essence
Hesitant on my blessings in discretion
The "conscious" ones battle with Elevation, Bitches in nightclubs battle Temptation
Which one of us patient, neither
The stripper pole that she dance is like the pole that's in my hand
It's ment to jeopardize men "holding back funds"
I pack tons like cashiers who stack ones behind a safe place I lay my head
One day I'll see I'm the problem
I hope that this is not the day that I'm dead
Play this same verse back in reverse, and still hear the shit that's in my head
These Lamborghini Angels drink the blood of Jesus
We giving into collection plates as if they need us
Ideology of my people
They say if I "give into god" he'll pay me back "double" of what I gave him
I hope what's in return is not the Root of Evil
Uhh
You think about it
I'll wait
Uhh
I play these same songs at home alone
Along comes a gust of wind nigga
Telling me "play that shit again"
I stare into this glass wall and see my twin
Expressing that everything "starts" the same place that it "begins"
The only end that I can see is with my eyes closed
I uplift this blindfold son and peepin' my dome is leaking
Wisdom far beyond in these after hours
As the world is ours, one day the weak will possess the power
HiiiPoWeR
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Uhh
Uhh
It's yours
The world is
These are the deepest "wonders" of the world, and still the problems of today
Aware that life's more like Video Games, in which, I choose to play
Pretend to hate it wishing "ill will"
My spirits more outdated through the seasons in
Hopes of being Legend and not Legion
Peers leaching through my eyes screeching God this cry's "freedom"
If it wasn't so indignant to the pigment you were dawn upon I
Put up a fight, but still I'm frowned upon the light of God's essence
Hesitant on my blessings in discretion
The "conscious" ones battle with Elevation, Bitches in nightclubs battle Temptation
Which one of us patient, neither
The stripper pole that she dance is like the pole that's in my hand
It's ment to jeopardize men "holding back funds"
I pack tons like cashiers who stack ones behind a safe place I lay my head
One day I'll see I'm the problem
I hope that this is not the day that I'm dead
Play this same verse back in reverse, and still hear the shit that's in my head
These Lamborghini Angels drink the blood of Jesus
We giving into collection plates as if they need us
Ideology of my people
They say if I "give into god" he'll pay me back "double" of what I gave him
I hope what's in return is not the Root of Evil
Uhh
You think about it
I'll wait
Uhh
I play these same songs at home alone
Along comes a gust of wind nigga
Telling me "play that shit again"
I stare into this glass wall and see my twin
Expressing that everything "starts" the same place that it "begins"
The only end that I can see is with my eyes closed
I uplift this blindfold son and peepin' my dome is leaking
Wisdom far beyond in these after hours
As the world is ours, one day the weak will possess the power
HiiiPoWeR
Uhh
It's yours
The world is
These are the deepest "wonders" of the world, and still the problems of today
Aware that life's more like Video Games, in which, I choose to play
Pretend to hate it wishing "ill will"
My spirits more outdated through the seasons in
Hopes of being Legend and not Legion
Peers leaching through my eyes screeching God this cry's "freedom"
If it wasn't so indignant to the pigment you were dawn upon I
Put up a fight, but still I'm frowned upon the light of God's essence
Hesitant on my blessings in discretion
The "conscious" ones battle with Elevation, Bitches in nightclubs battle Temptation
Which one of us patient, neither
The stripper pole that she dance is like the pole that's in my hand
It's ment to jeopardize men "holding back funds"
I pack tons like cashiers who stack ones behind a safe place I lay my head
One day I'll see I'm the problem
I hope that this is not the day that I'm dead
Play this same verse back in reverse, and still hear the shit that's in my head
These Lamborghini Angels drink the blood of Jesus
We giving into collection plates as if they need us
Ideology of my people
They say if I "give into god" he'll pay me back "double" of what I gave him
I hope what's in return is not the Root of Evil
Uhh
You think about it
I'll wait
Uhh
I play these same songs at home alone
Along comes a gust of wind nigga
Telling me "play that shit again"
I stare into this glass wall and see my twin
Expressing that everything "starts" the same place that it "begins"
The only end that I can see is with my eyes closed
I uplift this blindfold son and peepin' my dome is leaking
Wisdom far beyond in these after hours
As the world is ours, one day the weak will possess the power
HiiiPoWeR
Writer: Ronald Young
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid