LYRIC

They told me to love myself
You got words to sell
Is this where I'm supposed to be ?
I would turn myself to God
But I been through Hell
Would She listen to someone like me?
It's hard to believe

Listen, closely
All I got is you and
Prayer, sadly
Is not the shit I do
I'm sorry, baby
Keep you on my mind
I'm going through a storm
And didn't bring my things

How you gonna be the one who give me advice if
Everything you passed down the years were your vices?
And you like to live like there's no repercussion
Man of the house, crazy how we switched places
God wanna be invasive
Church too crazy
1 – 8 on my own I need a vacation
I just signed a deal, got some money in my head
Got my cousin callin' me he said he need bread

Got no problem with it
I ain't got no problem with it!

So unfair, to myself
Grown to fast, for my health
So unfair, to myself
Grown to fast, for my health
So unfair, to myself
Grown to fast, for my health
So unfair, to myself
Grown to fast, for my health

[Outro] [?] mi amore [?] Y la confiensa, yo siempre la viste

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