Lord Give Me Patience - Datkid, Leaf Dog

Lord Give Me Patience - Datkid, Leaf Dog

Альбом
Confessions of a Crud Lord
Год
2019
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
180000

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Lord Give Me Patience

Datkid, Leaf Dog

Teeth Ledger

Leaf Dog

Yo

Put the sock on the smoke alarm and towel under the door

Hotel room floor, random bitch sparking my draw

Coke — she like it washed up, I’m sniffing it raw

She looks like shit but smells like Christian Dior

Narcotics under my nails, bare dust on the scales

Living like I’m trying end up dead, bruck (?) or in jail

Your little tales are starting to go stale, yo

My shit’s real like no bell, fortune on my horizon

Karma on my trail, cos I tend to get cruddy when my money’s looking pale

And I ain’t got shit for you

Nah, not even sympathy

Stand like a man or lay down in your misery

I be swallowing liquor, you be swallowing dignity

On some 'do me' shit, there on some keep it industry

Lifestyle hectic, choices slippery

Sirens and drama, my morning symphony

HOOK

Lord, give me patience

Please give me a sign

Cos the hunger’s taking over

I’m running out of time

I go back to the old me

Let’s see who really knows me

Yo, I pray for 'em, I won’t wait for 'em

Lord, give me patience

Please give me a sign

Cos the hunger’s taking over

I’m running out of time

Money’s like the tide

It rolls in and out, none of it resides

And that’s why I’m fucking with ya grind

Give me patience

Hands grubby cos my work and plans cruddy

If you ain’t gang, you’re getting scammed out ya jam money

Trying to see my pockets mad chubby

Understand, I’m selfish

Everything’s getting yammed, yo

Cos I don’t roll with no fucking chumps

That think we’re best mates cos I sold 'em something once

Or cos I’ve known 'em a couple months

You ain’t getting a bly

I bet you fold when the pressure’s applied

Where I’m from you learn lessons in life, like all of 'em

And try to solve your problems by causing more of them

From poor to ballin', ballin' to poor

I’m trying to make my grind’s arsehole sore

I want more again

No bread broken, until my bread’s swollen

Silence is golden, 'til this hole in my head’s open

Before my move’s done, I’m onto my next motion

Take drugs, extort money, designer threads stolen

HOOK

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