Racing
My heart is racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
Smile but I'm sober
Smile but I'm sober, yeah
Feelings lost
Feelings lost but it ain't over
It's getting cold hold my hands it's getting colder
Ooh mama it's getting colder
Let it be, I ain't stressing count from one to three
Oh I see the steady faking shit that's what it is
And the hate I owe no nigga no apology
Cause they switch and friends turn to your f*cking enemies
Racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
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English
Racing
My heart is racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
Smile but I'm sober
Smile but I'm sober, yeah
Feelings lost
Feelings lost but it ain't over
It's getting cold hold my hands it's getting colder
Ooh mama it's getting colder
Let it be, I ain't stressing count from one to three
Oh I see the steady faking shit that's what it is
And the hate I owe no nigga no apology
Cause they switch and friends turn to your f*cking enemies
Racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
My heart is racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
Smile but I'm sober
Smile but I'm sober, yeah
Feelings lost
Feelings lost but it ain't over
It's getting cold hold my hands it's getting colder
Ooh mama it's getting colder
Let it be, I ain't stressing count from one to three
Oh I see the steady faking shit that's what it is
And the hate I owe no nigga no apology
Cause they switch and friends turn to your f*cking enemies
Racing
My heart is racing
I know a part of me is missing but I cannot fake it
Yeah
For the love of Benjamin I lost people that I call brothers
My heart be so unsteady
When I speak imma still stutter
Is it money or its fame
Been grinding for my mother
Been working on the street
I'm young but feeling older
But deep inside color black big of an issue
And all these peeps stay hating
Any chance they get they wet you
So I'll be solitary moving asking for help gon stress you
I'll be on my own and die alone
Writer: uchenna awusaku
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