Redveil Pray 4 Me
[Intro]
Ooh-ah, ah
I hope you pray for me, uh
I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, uh, uh
Oh, get like this
My nigga, when it get like this? Uh-uh
I hope you pray for me, uh, yeah
Yeah, nigga, I hope you pray for me
Yo, uh
[Verse 1]
Today I woke up in Hollywood
And cut my phone on before I got the chance to breathe
'Cause I got eighteen hours left
And time ain't going any slower and my fate reside inside of the screen
I just signed my own Patriot Act, uh
So I could have surveillance over what they think of me
Mornings dеsignated for black coffee and comparison
Woke up cold so I took a warm bath in embarrassmеnt, the perfect symphony
It's heaven to my ears in the city of angels
Impending doom, the only thing that make sense
Addicted so it got my whole chest in a cradle
And got me feeling higher than a apex
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
The ground too fast for my feet
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
And I'm praying that you praying for me
[Bridge]
I said, "Ooh-ah, ah
I hope you pray for me," uh (For me)
[Verse 2]
The sunset prettier than it ever really get back home, but I can't enjoy it
My demise coming much as I wanna avoid it
I got like six hours on this ticking time bomb left
Before I morph into nostalgia and a time well spent
They'll piece together my potential
But they won't know what happened
Just that when I sprouted in age my sanity got fractured
The difference night and day from when I was filled with passion
A hundred miles away from everything they imagined
I mean I'm right on time
Twenty years old, the real start of his decline
I got the chance he should've gotten, I'm a fluke on God
Ducking and dodging psychosis got my heartbeat tired
So I will follow in His footsteps
And chuck my white flag into this warzone quick
It's in our DNA, I might as well embrace it
On all sides we mourn lives to the same shit
Psyche violence, I wouldn't wish on none of my enemies
Wouldn't subject you to this fate if you was dead to me
Rolled the dice when I moved to Cali if I'm being real
The panopticon got smaller than it once appeared
Couple that with a fall from grace that's written in my cards
And so far down that it leave my ankles wrapped in gauze
Ninety percent chance that I never hear applause
That was promised to me by strangers way across the pond
That is unless y'all niggas pray for me
[Outro]
(Ooh-ah, ah)
For me
For me
