Lyrics Grace (interlude) - Parris Chariz

Yeah
Louis Vuitton strap over my shoulder
Head ain't been thinking sober
Deacon been holding me hostage
When is this sermon over
I'm texting a – bad shorty
She want me to hold her
Leaving this service early – morning
I mourn when my spirit fly
This a different die (okay)
Hair turning gray from off the lie
This a different lie (okay)
People look at me like I'm crazy
I'm smelling high
They just judge me before they know me
The art of pride (wow)
I seen dead people walking
But feel alive (what else)
I seen read messages left
When she not around (f'real)
Who really love me beside the game
I feel ashamed
I know I'm posed to talk to God about it but I can't see Him
I guess this what they mean when they say
"Believe when you can't see"
She said, "P you too nice to wanna date me"
But lemme get a couple racks n get a white girl
She gone be on shade room commenting
Why he hate me
Lemme Talk
I was backseat wit the homies buzzing (uh huh)
Peer pressure grip holding me (right)
Mind saying "get home cousin"
Syrup got control of me (brr)
Big dro round my company
I just let my shoulder lean
Two-step watch my brudda leave (yuh)
Club rocking, they notice me (okay)
I'm doing my dance she holding hand
One walk by, he shoulder me (what)
I swing, he swing, they on to me (yuh)
Fight break out, they rushing me
Oh man (oh man)
I gotta get to the van (yuh)
I pray they ain't see us
The party get deeper
He pull out the heater and blam (duu duu duu)
We pull of and just beat the light (light)
They tried but I won that fight (that fight)
Thank God I lived that night (that night)
Thank God we still aight
But something inside is still on my mind
I feel like I'm dying but I'm still alive (still I'm alive)
Life has been kicking me down, I know imma rise (yuh)
Grandma called said she praying (praying)
Angels me look how they laying (laying)
I was swaying on the fence (swaying)
I heard the God and He said
"You've been a product of all this mercy" (this mercy)
Mind tied up like cursive (like cursive)
Repented of all, the feeling got stronger (oh)
Started with passion, ended wit – *gun shot*
I don't feel no more
I don't feel no more
I don't feel no more
I don't feel no more
I don't feel pain no more
I don't take blame no more
I see the rain oh Lord
I don't feel pain oh no
I don't feel pain no more
I don't take blame no more
I see the rain oh Lord
I don't feel pain
I don't feel pain no more
I don't take blame no more
I see the rain oh Lord
I don't feel pain oh no