Devine Purpose

Lyrics 

I feel myself slowly slipping away 
Slowly slipping away
What can I say 
What can I say 

I feel myself slowly slipping away 
Slowly slipping away 
I feel myself slowly slipping away 
I hate myself 
So what can I say 
I lost faith when I turned 8 
It’s not my fault that I’m full of hate 
I was made this way 
I know I need to change 
My body aches and I’m sick of all this pain 
I’m not okay 
Maybe this a phase 
Baby girl I think I need some space 
Wait 
Here’s a shovel go ahead dig my grave 
Yeah 
Go ahead dig my grave 


I feel myself slowly slipping away 
Slowly slipping away
I feel myself slowly slipping away 
What can I say 
What can I say 2x

Slipping Away (Flex Wayne)

Geeked Out (prod.AztroBoi)

Drink Face (Produced By Jitta On The Beat) - Jitta On The Track

produced by judge

LYRICS:

[hook]
money, money, money all i know
spend it, spend it cannot take it when i'm gone
if happiness elude me after all my years...
i'll have lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears

[verse 1]:
lamborghini leather just to wipe my tears
sip on ‘46 macallan just to drown my fears
i dont run away from problems i just board my leer
all i ever wanted was to be a billionare
if i get low
bet my money dont
got guala to blow
they like whoa
black aventador
take off here i go
golden plated bong to smoke my weed out
michelin 3 starrin when i eat out
rollin out red carpet for my feet now
em rajatakowskis get with me now
butler got a butler motherfucker
dont cuff her i just i fuck her motherfucker
got fluffers ‘fore i fuck her motherfucker
truffles on the duck i had for supper
spend and spend and spend whatever i well please
cry myself to sleep at night on charlotte thomas sheets

[hook]

[verse 2]:
ill pour that moet lets have a party
then do blow yep off of her body
she dream of corvettes i got ferraris
her bucket list look like my normal monday hobbies
ima give the key note at the avns
livin like a cheat code when you play the sims
said she gon give me deep throat with like all her friends
my pockets fat as cee lo after 80 wings (got plenty tings)
think you stuntin in your hemi whoa
til i pull up in the venemo
then i pull up the bentley whoa
i got many many many more
got a jet that i could show her got a yacht that i could boat her
you aint even in my motherfuckin sphere
im just revvin up the motor when i feel a little lower
let the lamborghini leather dry my tear

[hook]

[outro]:
i let that lamborghini leather dry my tear
i do 110 im on the highway watch me veer
im doing pulls of louis 13 aint no reason i should steer
and got no plan but i be headed outta here
you know im shinin check my wrist and check my ear
and all my diamonds look like water cuz they clear
im doing pulls of yamazaki as i shift into 6th gear
and if i cry the lambo leather dry my tear
i got that blood red leather round my lambo wheel
bad red bone at home she know the deal
oxycodone in me keep popping pills
i let that lamborghini leather dry my tears
i got remind me that this life im living real
doing 190 round a corner just for thrill
im doing pulls of johnnie walker aint no hands up on the wheel
and if die theyll bury me in ysl

Devine Purpose

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