Lyrics Early Release - Street Sects

Dove
I've got your money right here
And I dug your hole right there
I won't apologize
Sent to collections, so what
Drag me to court

I will wait for god
I'm keeping him on retainer

Leaned on your luck (too long)
Skated on grace (too long)
Sucked on the tit (too long)
But nobody ever said no
Well, look at you now
Mouth full of promises
Choking on every last word

Cases are made from mistakes
Lives have been lost in the wake of your
Bad choices and poor judgment
No one here will miss you at all

I have paid for blood
The money is on the table

No hope
No deal
No prayer

No one can hear you now

Now I wait for the law
The sirens have long since faded

Aching heart
Fading
Hold on
For how long

Aching heart
Fading
Hold on
For how long

I wasn't fast enough
I was caught on the edge of the game
Writing checks that my heart couldn't pay
I was washed up

And then worst of all
I had left you to carry the weight
When you never intended to play
And yet you stood tall

Well I won't give you up
They can take all my money away
They can break every bone in my face
I will not talk

And I will work it off
I will pay every cent that I owe
I will finish this once and for all
I will make good

No hope
No deal
No prayer
No remorse

No hope
No deal
No prayer
No remorse