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[Producer Tag]
Jay Bunkin

Lord do you hear me
We ain't talked in a minute
I know I'm doing bad on my own
But I'm committed
Lord, please help me I'm just tryna find a way
Before you hit me back
There some things I need to say

Momma treats me good
But I'm steady talking back
People say they love me
I don't trust ya, yeah it's sad
Friends that I've lost
And I'm just tryna get em' back
The only thing I'm focused on is the fame and cash
Lord ya need to fix all the things I speak about
I've tried to find a way
But somehow I just lost the route
Fightin' all these dеmons
I'm surrounded help me out
(yеah help me out, help me out, help me out)
I hope you get this letter
I done send it over text
Snapchat no email
I'm just prayin' for success
Walkin' through these battlefields
I need a armor vest
Lately, I feel like you been puttin' me to the test
Everybody's hatin'
I can't even fix the pain
The only thing I think about is success and fame
Man, I don't know what I can do
In this life, I can not lose

Lord do you hear me
We ain't talked in a minute
I know I'm doing bad on my own
But I'm committed
Lord, please help me I'm just tryna find a way
Before you hit me back
There some things I need to say

Pencil and a paper
That's how I write my songs
I guess to me and these demons
We just don't get along
So I'm on my knees, man

My hands, they be crossed
I'm thanking you for dying for me up on the cross
So I'm spitting raps
Man, I'm tryna get along with people
Man, I guess they do not just like my songs
So I'm talkin' to you like a man
You understand me
Man, one day I wanna go win a Grammy

We know I'm not the worst
You know I'm not the best
Everybody's hatin' on me
Pain is in my chest
I done lost my girl
'Cause I love another one
Lord, I'm thankful that I am your son
I ain't never stop until my car hits the brakes
I ain't never drop until my body wants to drop
My dad's got my back
And my mom does too
And Lord's on my side, promise you gonna lose

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Dear Lord, please protect my children
Take care of them
Give them strength
Give them everything that you desire, Lord

(Amen)

I think about my lost ones
Almost every single day
It's funny how the bad go
And the good ones— Wait, oh no!
It's funny how the good ones have to go
I know they see me slippin'
You won't ever catch me lackin'
Man, I found that love
Man, I really got the mathematics
I'ma speed it up
I gotta pick it up
Man, If the demon's on my side
I gotta beat it up

Lord do you hear me
We ain't talked in a minute
I know I'm doing bad on my own
But I'm committed
Lord, please help me I'm just tryna find a way
Before you hit me back
There some things I need to say

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