Counting Sheep #DONE

H - I be up late at night, thinkin about ma songs, how I want them ta sound/
Kinda funny people fuckin wit my music now/
Nightmares keepin me up so fuck a nap, & fuck sum beauty sleep/
Drugs in ma system, shit, I see ma PO inna boutta week/

I got restless legs, curse dem opiates dey are ma demise/
Beggin overdose, yeah I tried more than couple times/
Cold sweats, old memories still flooding my head/
Trust me I kno I made this mess wit my own foolish hands/

Prolly wouldn’t ever get no Grammy, I’ll help u understand it, I won’t deny my God/
Whatchu gotta do ta get the motha fuckin public nod/
It’s true ever since I can remember I knew I needed to get off the drugs/
I wanna say sorry to the people I hurt when I could not stop/

V - I’m not into freaky shit, I’m inta normal shit, I’m into let’s fuck around and get married/
I met my wife the day that she got baptized and ever since my favorite pass time is prayer/
I was back in addiction and fresh outta prison I admitted I was still shootin up fetty/
Wish I could tell u that I’s doin better, that all of dem months all alone made me get it/

I started ta worry that my mind was compromised I didn’t think I’d be able to stop/
Took a deep breath, wait shut up, pause, how could I think that’s how problems get solved ?/
There’s nothing alone I can do without God, the same God that knows, when each sparrow falls/
Tried ta swallow my pride like a 5 course meal, shouldn’t of answered my phone when the Devil called/

He said “Son you are talented, you have potential, jus get on your knees, and call me your king”/
As I thought, about what he said, remembered the one, that died for my sins/
Everything, I thought I knew, all just a blur, do I even matter ?/
I opened my Bible, to Matthew 9:9 I was born on 9/9 hol up it gets better/

I’m sick of liars, I’m sick of fakes/
I wish y’all would actually live what you preach/
I wish y’all would actually be in the streets/
I wish y’all would ask the opinion of me/
I been thru sum shit, of this I assure you/
I swear that I’ve overdosed dozens of times/
Leavin the oven on all winter long/
Nothin but worry when I look at mom/

H - I got restless legs, curse dem opiates dey are ma demise/
Prayed for an overdose, yeah I tried more than a couple times/
Cold sweats, old memories dey flooding my head/
Trust me I kno I made this mess wit my own foolish hands/

Prolly wouldn’t ever get no Grammy, I’ll help u understand it, I won’t deny my God/
Whatchu gotta do ta get the motha fuckin public nod/
It’s true ever since I can remember I knew I needed to get off the drugs/
I wanna say sorry to the people I hurt when I could not stop/

V - I got some sad stories, I’d be willin ta bet, that you prolly wouldn’t believe/
Whole life been wondering like what the fuck is wrong with me/
Baby mom still thinkin that I chose, the drugs, over my family/
I’ll prove her wrong, because my son needa kno who his daddy is/

Truth is I never chose to leave you/
Truth is she wouldn’t let me see you/
Truth is I would call on your birthday tryna talk and she said you dint need to/

Truth is I really thinkin she be evil, so I gotta pray for her too/
Hopped in the car told em “spin the block, I got 30 years in each shoe”/
Used ta hit the mall, in the bathroom stall, shootin fentanyl in Duluth/
Look to the sky, and say to my God, I give all my problems to you/

I was hungry, I was famished, I was starvin for truth/
Said fuck the drugs, I choose my family, there’s nothing my God cannot do/

H - I be up late at night, thinkin about the after life & where I will go/
Gave my life to the one true God so I think I kno/
They don’t fight fair good thing I’m tough, and I keep ma knuckles up, they’ll wish they never met me/
But the crazy part is when they find out I’ve been set free/

#Music-Project

Counting Sheep prod. by blueberrylove

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