Correction Paroles Sinner par Ric Wilson

Featuring(s) : Kweku Collins, Nick Kosma & Rane Raps

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Right like you said
I can't seem to find myself right now
Lord, please forgive me for my sins
I don't think I'm ready to lie down
I should do right like you said
I can't seem to find myself right now
Lord, please forgive me for my sins
I don't think I'm ready to lie down

[Ric Wilson]
I said, I lie to myself about the things I do I know I shouldn't
Sing to myself about the things I do they said I couldn't
What if I fell for all the lies and got caught in perception?
f*ck rejection, every run-around gave me more direction
The penny's madder when niggas' shoes in the halloway
Eyes of the tiger, surviving off of the bottle way
Niggas shooting shots, I'm takin' that Vince Carter way
Cold pain go away, bring hell another day
Don't ever burn a bridge I ever wanna cross again
Don't need you colourblind, just need you to respect my skin
We all come from that dirt road, we can wash our hands
My niggas make hella mistakes, but they are not their sins

[Ric Wilson]
Write encoders and animate it like Quasimodo
Sipping soda and doing yoga to Morimoto
Dodging blue and white cobras, tryna fill the quota
So I'm in my house with my niggas like this love sosa
Jaguar strapped behind the Porsche
Stealing shit up out of stores that they couldn't afford
I done done a lot of shit that I couldn't record
And now there far too many niggas that I couldn't ignore
Now I see in different colours like I'm Yo Gabba Gabba
Rhymes on a nigga like I wrote Llama Llama
I choked the devil up until he looked like Jabba Jabba
Then I bring him to his knees, then I say "Abracadabra", ya

[RaneRaps]
Row an ark with my demons, they scheming, plotting their mutiny
Paddling scatty creek, tryna stream a sermon on movie screen
Devils show up as beauty queen, wearing Prada, seducing me
Out of my lucid dream, shoot my wings, duck hunt my eulogy
Left my halo on truant seats, the pew no posterior
Henny revive potion, got me wide open, promiscuous
Right, wrong up on my shoulder, my medula my middle man
Should be faithful to my girl, but infidelity feels the best
Get a gut feeling, she sent a message, a forewarning
Outta energy for my antics, her cord shorted
Better not come home with anything but an Accord for me
Or I'll run your ass so flat, you'll matador my Ford Taurus

[Kweku Collins]
There's bigger things ahead, I assure you
Try to sound not too conceited
Staring down the beak of a f*cking vulture
In hell, been there
Moving along, it's Wednesday, get there
Demon dodgin' til Friday, I see you shake hands Monday
Pack it all up and step out, I'll bring the whole thing home
I don't don't don't need bad karma
Still there's shit that I'm guilty of
Captain Private, lil' metaphor
All you need to know is that I'm working on it

Right like you said
I can't seem to find myself, find myself
Lord, please forgive me for my sins
I don't think I'm ready to, ready to
I should do right like you said
I can't seem to find myself, find myself
Lord, please forgive me for my sins
I don't think I'm ready to, ready to
I should do right like you said
I can't seem to find myself right now
Lord, please forgive me for my sins
I don't think I'm ready to lie down

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