paroles de chanson OH LORD - Moving in Silence

Oh lord, dap me up
Oh lord, see what i want
I go for it, travel dimensions in all 4
Oh lord, oh lord, save me (please don't take me)
Oh lord, save me, please don't take me
(Please don't take me)
(Please don't take me)
(We now return you to regular programming)
(Please don't take me)
(Please don't)(let's go)
Back to basics, Hamilton speed couldn't match the races
Unreleased Yeezy's couldn't match the laces
Jem's in the teeth couldn't match the braces
Drawin' the view's and they try and erase it
Transcending this plane, made it out of the basement
Rockin' my shit like I'm Marilyn Manson
Don't release captions, I release statements (I release statements)
Made it out of dirt, out of dungeon
Now we got it all in abundance
Shawty always been stuck on to somethin'
Comin' where I'm from, everybody got fast cars
Swervin' on the tracks like Hamilton
In a house like Hilton
In Paris, with a bitch who's on the run with Stiletto heels on (yeah)
She love fashion, lights, camera, action!
Camera's flashin', she like drugs with a passion
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Five times five, everytime i had to lie
Had to push through my limits and push through the sky
Not a time to go die, not a time to get fried
Need my mind to be clear, but i wanna get high
Too many reasons, i do what i try
3.1415 piece of the pie
There's a place and a time to be reachin' my line (yeah)
Take your time, take your time, take your time
Hang up the phone, i need time alone
Won't reply no more, can't decide, decide no more
All my life, my life, suprise
I can't tell the day, I been up, no sleep for seven days straight
This about to be eight, there's something to meabout getting paid
Money keep comin' my way, cause all of it fake
Nothin' compare to keepin' all the family safe
There's somethin' to chase other that all of the paper
Light it up
Light it up, feel the pressure inside, man I'm fired up
One pack don't be getting me high enough
Pull up, pull up, i got regrets about shit that i coulda
Now I'm too tired of shit that I'm full of
Needed to wake up when i knew i should've
Yeah, she love my fashion, i put that shit on, she all on my body
Young Gunna wanna say that she want me
Go down in the Dm, i feel like I'm God
She going under, floodin' my wrist, and I'm drownin' your bitch
And I'm swimmin' in money
Said she a freak, and she drop to her knees
And she gettin' real dirty while sippin' on Muddy
Shinin' real bright, that's the chain, that's the ice
Had to cover her eyes like the day was real sunny
Burberry bandana, rockin' the world like I'm Santana
I was locked out the world but i came back
Had to pray to the lord that i changed better
Put my hands together, had to pray for my life
Every night pour me a pint
Can't even look at the cell
Still got these bars on my mind
She love fashion, lights, camera, action!