Lyrics Survivor's Guilt - Germ

I-I, I, I

I done seen some shit I just can′t unsee, I swear the world hating on me
Left me dirty, left me mourning, touched on fire, third-degree
Ready to die type beat, ready to slide, fight me
I did some wrong, not in so long, but my fire gon' stay with me
I′m tryin' ride 'round in AMG, come fly away with me
Just blew a bag in London, ′bout to take you to Paris
I′m tryin' ride round in AMG, come fly away with me
Just blew a bag in London, ′bout to take you to Paris

I been that problem from the jump, I ran amok ain't give no fuck
My buzz was up and I ain′t never felt like I needed love
Now it's gone, I need it back, I ride alone, smoke my whole sack
Thinking bout how I′ma bring you back, or how I'm gon' to cop you that new bag
I ain′t popping bottles, I′m been downin' Wokhardt
I been sliding through the city feeling like a shark
I just wanna take a life around this bitch
Rendezvous and sliding through these spots just tryin′ to catch a dude
I been on how high, I been too damn high
I seen the damn sky, angels on my side
Demons on me, demons in the dark
Demons in the car, see some Demons in the park
I'm still aimin′ for big bank, you little boys got big rank
We ran it up like shark tank, thank you for them headaches
All for the risk take
I need it all, be straight faced, I see you on your best day

I done seen some shit I just can't unsee, I swear the world hating on me
Left me dirty, left me mourning, touched on fire, third-degree
Ready to die type beat, ready to slide, fight me
I did some wrong, not in so long, but my fire gon′ stay with me
I'm tryin' ride ′round in AMG, come fly away with me
Just blew a bag in London, ′bout to take you to Paris
I'm tryin′ ride round in AMG, come fly away with me
Just blew a bag in London, 'bout to take you to Paris