Oooo I need some oxygen
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
I be like oooo
I need some oxygen
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
Whatever you seeking
You wont find inside my wallet
Was a borderline alcoholic
Addicted to lust and lying
Never been perfect nor tried it
I wasnt one for the violence
I grew up seeking solace
Surrounded by family dying
Not ready for sacrificing
This fire it grew inside me
Fueled by the hateful environment
I no choice couldn't fight it
These cholos ain't like my style
Senoritas they liked my smile
My sistas would put me down
My brothas was young and wild
In the church since a child
My grandma would me calm down
Lost her before 09
Went through the darkest times
Good times were rare to find
Right when I saw the shine
I got text Ezra had died
At our old link up spot
Secluded concealed my thoughts
Got through it so I had thought
Threes years later recovery starts
But my world then falls apart
I experience jail cells
Lose a cousin to sickle cell
Have a son out of welfare
Started losing all hair
Asked God take my Ls
I tried monogamy and failed
Served my all and lost mental health
I forgot I homeless
I know how rat droppings smell
I know how junkies need help
My roommates where rescue missioned
I've had my yells
And maggots on my pantry shelves
I used to think i needed wealth
Saved and got a bigger belt
Still didnt fix myself
All the money in the bank
Cant revive the dead
Even if it did
It wouldnt fix my sins
The list too long and it doesnt end
Why do men plot for financial wins
Could've spent time on get ahead
Instead of letting lies infest ya head
Invested in saving lifes
I pray I live more than 100 years
To see my generations live
And conquer the worlds greatest fear
Be examples by how we live
Inspire the same in those talking and peeking in
Lost and in need of mends
To all of their broken limbs
Heart head soul spirit and past
Recovery has a path
My DNA has the map
Make you fam with no strings attached
Just real love no hypocrite
I'm not perfect remember that
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
Bodybag
Richie on the beat ooouuu that's a body bag
Trap funk it up
Trap funk it up
Ooouuu woah yeah
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Oooo I need some oxygen
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
I be like oooo
I need some oxygen
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
Whatever you seeking
You wont find inside my wallet
Was a borderline alcoholic
Addicted to lust and lying
Never been perfect nor tried it
I wasnt one for the violence
I grew up seeking solace
Surrounded by family dying
Not ready for sacrificing
This fire it grew inside me
Fueled by the hateful environment
I no choice couldn't fight it
These cholos ain't like my style
Senoritas they liked my smile
My sistas would put me down
My brothas was young and wild
In the church since a child
My grandma would me calm down
Lost her before 09
Went through the darkest times
Good times were rare to find
Right when I saw the shine
I got text Ezra had died
At our old link up spot
Secluded concealed my thoughts
Got through it so I had thought
Threes years later recovery starts
But my world then falls apart
I experience jail cells
Lose a cousin to sickle cell
Have a son out of welfare
Started losing all hair
Asked God take my Ls
I tried monogamy and failed
Served my all and lost mental health
I forgot I homeless
I know how rat droppings smell
I know how junkies need help
My roommates where rescue missioned
I've had my yells
And maggots on my pantry shelves
I used to think i needed wealth
Saved and got a bigger belt
Still didnt fix myself
All the money in the bank
Cant revive the dead
Even if it did
It wouldnt fix my sins
The list too long and it doesnt end
Why do men plot for financial wins
Could've spent time on get ahead
Instead of letting lies infest ya head
Invested in saving lifes
I pray I live more than 100 years
To see my generations live
And conquer the worlds greatest fear
Be examples by how we live
Inspire the same in those talking and peeking in
Lost and in need of mends
To all of their broken limbs
Heart head soul spirit and past
Recovery has a path
My DNA has the map
Make you fam with no strings attached
Just real love no hypocrite
I'm not perfect remember that
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
Bodybag
Richie on the beat ooouuu that's a body bag
Trap funk it up
Trap funk it up
Ooouuu woah yeah
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
I be like oooo
I need some oxygen
You gon have to let me (Exhale)
Before i repent
Whatever you seeking
You wont find inside my wallet
Was a borderline alcoholic
Addicted to lust and lying
Never been perfect nor tried it
I wasnt one for the violence
I grew up seeking solace
Surrounded by family dying
Not ready for sacrificing
This fire it grew inside me
Fueled by the hateful environment
I no choice couldn't fight it
These cholos ain't like my style
Senoritas they liked my smile
My sistas would put me down
My brothas was young and wild
In the church since a child
My grandma would me calm down
Lost her before 09
Went through the darkest times
Good times were rare to find
Right when I saw the shine
I got text Ezra had died
At our old link up spot
Secluded concealed my thoughts
Got through it so I had thought
Threes years later recovery starts
But my world then falls apart
I experience jail cells
Lose a cousin to sickle cell
Have a son out of welfare
Started losing all hair
Asked God take my Ls
I tried monogamy and failed
Served my all and lost mental health
I forgot I homeless
I know how rat droppings smell
I know how junkies need help
My roommates where rescue missioned
I've had my yells
And maggots on my pantry shelves
I used to think i needed wealth
Saved and got a bigger belt
Still didnt fix myself
All the money in the bank
Cant revive the dead
Even if it did
It wouldnt fix my sins
The list too long and it doesnt end
Why do men plot for financial wins
Could've spent time on get ahead
Instead of letting lies infest ya head
Invested in saving lifes
I pray I live more than 100 years
To see my generations live
And conquer the worlds greatest fear
Be examples by how we live
Inspire the same in those talking and peeking in
Lost and in need of mends
To all of their broken limbs
Heart head soul spirit and past
Recovery has a path
My DNA has the map
Make you fam with no strings attached
Just real love no hypocrite
I'm not perfect remember that
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
No ones perfect it's been the fact
But I can show you who perfect is
He'll make you His
Bodybag
Richie on the beat ooouuu that's a body bag
Trap funk it up
Trap funk it up
Ooouuu woah yeah
Writer: Anthony Merriweather
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid