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Show me a sign
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Lil Darkie
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[Verse 1] J-J-J-Jump out of bed and take a hit right to the face Caffeinated water got me moving fast and lifting weights E-E-Eyes red like they irritated, hit with mace Keep the pace, motherfucker, this life is a race (Uh) Keep the pace (Keep the pace) Keep the pace (Keep the pace) Keep the pace (Keep the pace) Keep the pace, uh Took too many edibles, my heart is beating out my chest I can't sleep at night, it feels like God don't want to let me rest Everyday obsessing about how I'm going to be the best Desire is a fire that burn everything, make you depressed Guess the lesson is there's no escape while you're alive Take advantage of the way my brain has evolved to survive Sell me shit I do not need and make me feel like it's a prize When the consequences of your actions come, don't act surprised (Uh) There's no freedom from the need until the day you die I think I'ma take a walk and soak in all the sunshine [Verse 2] Everything so beautiful outside, it make me want to cry Family is having children, get the feelin' it's my time To leave my youth behind and draw a line up in the sand I hope my son and daughter share some of the lines that fill my hand I've grown apart from certain people, I hope they understand "I just know you're broke, you'd trade your homies for a hundred bands" I'ma feed my family and take 'em to the promised land I'ma go out knowing that I grew into an honest man You gon' go out sad, pushing everyone you know away Tryna get to paradise? Follow me, I think I know a way Every song I make is great, even the ones I throw away I meet lots of people, so don't trip if I don't know your name My memory is bad from years of smoking 24/7 and food from 7-Eleven Loss of innocence, I know there ain't no Santa or heaven Fuck a studio session, this Christmas get me a weapon [Refrain] God, show me a sign [Verse 3] Fuck a studio session, this Christmas get me a weapon This shit come with the profession This rap 'bout more than expression It's an extension of me This ball of tension in my chest it like to squeeze and not leave I try to breathe and I can't I start to wheeze and I pant Why's this happening to me? Always single yourself out You're not a victim of nothing but your own selfish intent You only call so you can vent to me, you never say "Hi" I remember pushing my rent back a day to get high Smoking that sticky with my niggas, not a care in the world At the park, recording METHHEAD, Bruhmane scaring the birds We all got paid on the first So we roll a eighth in the turd and then burn It turned into urn shit Back when it felt good to earn shit And I listened to Earl's shit Life is a whirlwind twirling you 'till your hurling Sipping bottles of bourbon, it's just me and my vermin Actin' a pest The cockroaches in the kitchen never dream, they don't rest Crawlin' on me in my sleep, so I awake with a start I put my sneakers on my feet and take a walk to the park Burn an eighth to the face, I like smoking in the dark Will I ever make it? God, I'm begging, show me a sign A message from the divine Will I find something that's truly mine in my time? Let the beat ride [Refrain] God, show me a sign
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