Where am I going? What I'm living for?
I rolled the dice on life so tell
Me what they getting for it
I'm three shots in, probably depressed
But crying about my problems ain't gonna
Get me out this mess
Ride around playing Scarface
I'm a hard case i want to die
But I'm scared of looking in God's face
Popping pills and powder
Trying to kill some hours
Cause when I'm sober
Man I promise I can feel the power
Of death eating me slowly I'm on my way
Heaven or Hell? Well that's only
For God to say
I lost some people but I never
Like to talk about it (nah)
Hard time
We go through 'em we don't walk around 'em
I'm too mature to go listen to Black Hippy
Get trippy, smoke on the sticky, and
Find a Britney that's pretty, naw
I know that only pacifies my problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog
Huh i'm in the ride looking mean
Money in the jeans
Ladies all cling to the fabric like static
But in the end
You know it's all a bad habit
Strangers on my Craftmatic
Man we all some addicts
Purpose junkies trying to find
Who we really are
Hypnotized by the rims on a pretty car

Why? Lord I know the truth
But I'm good in my lies
If loving this is wrong I
Don't want to be right
It keeps pulling me down
So I look to the clouds
There is the devil, the devil in disguise

They brag about a million dollars like
That's supposed to make us whole
I know better
I seen Jay chase a hundred more
If he ain't satisfied with it
What's the point in running?
Just sit here with a blunt and
Watch these rappers try to stunt
And break necks for paychecks
If I ain't broke i'm still broken tie a
Noose into this tightrope
Then I walk and feel the hellfire on my heels
But I ain't hurt enough to heal
I don't want to kneel
If God's real, I believe he became a man
Otherwise, ain't no other way to understand
What it's like to be me
What it's like to be an outcast
Tempted by all the devil's diseases
So if it pleases Him to rescue a fool
I'll be drowning in a pool
Of liquor to keep cool
Smoking a Kool, like the old heads do
Call me Nat King Cole
Like I'm gonna spread blue
Pain a pest, I been trying to smoke it out
But it never seems to die when I choke it out
I try to drink it away but my stomach swell
And what I'm drinking on earth, I'll
Probably throw up in Hell, well
Jesus they say You'll take away my cancer
Accept the mess of a man that
I am and give me answers (please)
They say You died for the
Selfishness that I'm pursuing
Before I head to my ruin, turn my eyes to you
Six shots in and half past sober
I pray when I wake up
The darkness will be over
God, I'm six shots in, half past sober
Pray when I wake up the darkness will be over

Why? Lord I know the truth
But I'm good in my lies
If loving this is wrong I
Don't want to be right
It keeps pulling me down
So I look to the clouds
There is the devil, the devil in disguise

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Writer(s): BRENDEN MICHAEL MCPEEK, KEVIN EMMANUEL ROSS, LECRAE DEVAUGHAN MOORE, NELSON CHU