paroles de chanson Place (feat. Christoph) - Rican Havoc
Praying
more
Heart
on
the
floor
but
I
thank
the
lord
Initially
bitter
to
what
you
had
in
store
Stock
getting
low,
sellin'
me
short,
ima
bear
through
it
I
wanna
blame
you,
and
I
would
if
I
was
dared
to
do
it
Too
many
messes
in
a
year
I
try
to
mop
em
up
but
I
just
fill
the
floor
with
tears
Yeah
And
my
enemies
ain't
even
what
I
fear
Cause
I
am
busy
with
all
my
iniquities
Dropping
a
band
to
attract
notability
Ominous
sky
and
I'm
clouded
up
mentally
Craving
the
rain,
ima
give
up
my
tendencies
Growing
up
is
getting
real
to
me
Never
knowing
your
intent
for
me
Bullets
and
surgery,
'Buelo
with
bourbon
Dementin'
me
My
times,
a
waste
Yeah
I
drive,
I
pace
I
try,
to
change
But
I
can't
face
My
life's
mistakes
Yeah
I
cry,
then
pray
But
I'll
find
my
place
Never
the
one
to
go
preach
to
the
choir,
Rather
be
thrown
in
the
fire
Burning
my
soul
but
it
keeps
me
alive
The
churches
are
really
a
bribe
Stacking
the
bread
in
the
basket
Just
for
the
pastor
to
bask
in
Cop
an
Infiniti
and
a
new
jacket
While
the
assembly
lackin'
The
basic
necessities
Searching
for
remedies,
lookin'
for
god
Bringing
em
peace,
he's
not
a
facade
The
intimate
shit
is
the
key
to
it
all
Not
the
damn
preachers
that
seek
the
applause
Clap
to
react,
but
the
shit
is
running
deeper
You
afraid
ya
book
is
ending,
but
they'll
always
be
a
sequel
Everybody
born
the
same
way,
Everybody
born
the
same
way,
Never
let
em
delegate
My
times,
a
waste
Yeah
I
drive,
I
pace
I
try,
to
change
But
I
can't
face
My
life's
mistakes
Yeah
I
cry,
then
pray
But
I'll
find
my
place
Yeah
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