Lyrics Last Dance - Slatt Zy

(Do You Want Smoke? We want all the smoke)

They say I′m reckless cause the things that I do
I know my momma pray to Jesus that I don't make the news
You talkin down don′t know the real now put yourself in my shoes
It's life or death which one you pick the devil tell me don't choose
I think we gon′ die tonight
Tap my brother on the side let′s slide tonight
Put my life in your hands
Would you just gimme a chance
I'm having dances with the devil
And I think it′s the end

Or could it be cause I dont go to church
My lifе been hard don't make it worse
No they won′t put mе on a shirt
And why the fuck I feel im cursed
Go do time want leave that iron I
Up I let this bitch commit that crime
Lord know I sinnin I don't try ok I kill and people lie
I′m tired of the lies I'm tired of the fake love
I'm tired of the drama I′m tired of the struggle
And I been drinking day after day
They say I′m caught in my ways
This ruger right on my waist
I shoot that bitch in the face
And I say rest in peace to my brudda
It hurt my heart to see my mother
We ain't have shit this life is the struggle
I′m out there 4 East Lake that's the gutter

They say I′m reckless cause the things that I do
I know my momma pray to Jesus that I don't make the news
You talkin down don′t know the real now put yourself in my shoes
It's life or death which one you pick the devil tell me don't choose
I think we gon′ die tonight
Tap my brother on the side let′s slide tonight
Put my life in your hands
Would you just gimme a chance
I'm having dances with the devil
And I think it′s the end

I ain't never been spoonfed this out the dirt
Talk to the lord he feel my pain he know I′m hurt
Let go of the past I pu
T this street shit in the dirt
Still keep that tool won't let them put me on a shirt
I sip this henny and I wash the pain away
I woke up thinkin′ Imma bust me a brain today
Look to the lord you now we praying for
Better days, we praying for better days
My stomach hurt the bills is due
My momma's stressed, don't got a clue
I shake the spot he make the news
We was so young and had no shoes
We good now this life a cruise
Them bitches mad we up by two
Now put yourself up in my shoes
Bet you would do the shit I do

They say I′m reckless cause the things that I do
I know my momma pray to Jesus that I don′t make the news
You talkin down don't know the real now put yourself in my shoes
It′s life or death which one you pick the devil tell me don't choose
I think we gon′ die tonight
Tap my brother on the side let's slide tonight
Put my life in your hands
Would you just gimme a chance
I′m having dances with the devil
And I think it's the end