paroles de chanson Comment Section - Glenn Ray

Yeah, it go sweet taste of victory
Scrolling through my iPhone
Know they gon be pissed at me
Type of thing that I'm on
Bet they know the history
Bittersweet the by-laws
But I pray he get to you
Before it ever gets to me

Ayo my best life I ain't living yet
My God could end it all with just a word
But he ain't give it yet
That's why I'm saying grace in every verse
That's on the internet
What can I expect from the ones I ain't forgiven yet
More of the same
That's why I live it by the gang
ATG, all my members know what I'm saying
Romans 12:2 turn to scripture to a saying
And all this persecution gon turn me to super saiying
And we ain't playing
Ayo, leave it in the comment section
The mouth speaks what overflows
From the heart I'm guessing
Broken hearted watch me go for broke
My art a blessing
Filtered through my Adam's apple
Keep me humble when addressing
You anti-christ
Atoms is ample when that dude say it, go nucleic
Go off the top and toupee it
I'm off the cap, you 2-way it
The boss cost, cost more then some
Dollars for you to pay it
Candy coat when you say it
Same yesterday and today it

Sweet taste of victory
Scrolling through my iPhone
Know they gon be pissed at me
Type of thing that I'm on
Bet they know the history
Bittersweet the by-laws
But I pray he gets to you
Before it ever gets to me

Reporting live from the lion's den
They lying now, and they was lying then
It was scrolls then, and its control now
And if you don't like what you see
Then you just scroll down
And find something you see & like
Double tap and breathe the life
Right into your little idol
Pocket god, a new revival
We do what it says we wanna do
You can move your Bible
We do retail until we fail
We don't do survival
Now hold down screens when in mirrors
Baby just love yourself
Selfies, self-medicate, self-seek & self love
Protect your peace
No one or nothing ever above yourself
If life got you down pick a drug
And pick yourself up
You hate him for his beliefs
But you love him by way of art
God above him hear what he speaks
And he only gon weigh the heart
Either way I'm bringing the heat
And I'm serving it like a Butler do
The spit sell tix like J Tatum from the arch
And it's disgusting
Tell me, what is we discussing?
Cant be going back n forth with y'all
Hell bound don't even know
You hate the way I specify
But love the way iss sounding though
Don't keep your arrogance to self
Write your feelings down below