paroles de chanson show me a sign - Lil Darkie

(J-j-j-jump) jump out of bed and take a hit right to the face
Caffeinated water got me movin' fast and liftin' weights
Eyes red, like they're irritated, hit with mace
Keep the pace, motherfucker, this life is a race (uh)
Keep the pace (keep the pace)
Keep the pace (keep the pace)
Keep the pace (keep the pace)
Keep the pace, uh

Took too many edibles, my heart is beatin' out my chest
I can't sleep at night, it feels like God don't wanna let me rest
Everyday obsessin' about how I'm gonna be the best
Desire is a fire that burn everything, make you depressed
Guess the lesson is this, no escape while you're alive
Take advantage of the way my brain has evolved to survive
Sell me shit I do not need, and make me feel like it's a prize
When the consequences of your actions come, don't act surprised
Huh, there's no freedom from the need until the day you die
I think I'ma take a walk and soak in all the sunshine

Everything so beautiful outside, it make me wanna cry
Family is havin' children, get the feelin' it's my time
To leave my youth behind and draw a line up in the sand
I hope my son and daughter share some of the lines that fill my hand
I've grown apart from certain people, I hope they understand
I just know you, bro, you trade your homies for a hundred bands
I'ma feed my family and take 'em to the Promised Land
I'ma go out knowin' that I grew into an honest man

You gon' go out sad, pushin' everyone you know away
Tryna get to Paradise, follow me, I think I know a way
Every song I make is great, even the ones I throw away
I meet lots of people, so don't trip if I don't know your name
My memory is bad from years of smoking 24-7 and food from 7-11
Lots of innocence, I know there ain't no Santa or Heaven
Fuck a studio session, this Christmas, get me a weapon

God, show me a sign

Fuck a studio session, this Christmas, get me a weapon
The shit come with a profession, this rap 'bout more than expression
It's an extension of me
This ball of tension in my chest, It like to squeeze and not leave
I try to breathe and I can't
I start to wheeze and I pant
Why's this happening to me?
Always single yourself out

You're not a victim of nothin', but your own selfish intent
You only cause it, you can vent to me, you never say hi
I remember pushin' my rent back a day to get high
Smokin' that sticky with my niggas, not a care in the world
At the park recording METHHEAD
Bruhmane scarin' the birds
We all got paid on the first
So we rolled an eighth on the turn and then burn

It turned into urn shit, back when it felt good to earn shit
And I listened to Earl's shit
Life is a whirl when twirlin' you 'til you're hurlin'
Sippin' bottles of bourbon, it's just me and my vermin

Actin' a pest
The cockroaches in the kitchen never dream, they don't rest
Crawlin' on me in my sleep, so I awake with a start
I put my sneakers on my feet, and take a walk to the park
Burnin' eighth to the face, I like smokin' in the dark
Will I ever make it? God, I'm beggin', show me a sign
A message from the divine
Will I find somethin' that's truly mine in my time?
(Let the beat ride)

God, show me a sign