Текст песни ON GOD (feat. ZAY) - Cale Booth

Running on my luck through the night
Trying catch you running in my mind
It's the way that you look into my eyes
Got me risking all my dreams and my life
Type of person that gets pissed off
Collecting shoes and some pistols
Keeping all the pain out of sight
How we gonna put up when we fight

Demons in my bedroom
Tryna front but I need you
I'm just tryna see you
I got lots of shit I'm tryna get through

Missing you from my bed
And I know you haven't forgot me yet
Tryna keep you in my life Oh
Cause you're my special type
On god

On god
On god
On god

Got a coupe I don't care about no Benz
Just got a couple milli imma split it with my friends
I'm out here living lavish I don't care who I offend
I'm in love with toxic bitches come right over do a spin uh

I got some problems but you knew that
It's crazy how you dip when shit get wavy like a durag
I'm sick of all these bitches got me aimin for a new bag
Ain't fuck with me back then you tryna rock well nigga too bad
Nigga too bad

Okay I'm tryna be great
I got so many stresses on me I be stackin my plate
You makin more excuses baby I got nothing to say
Feel like you runnin in my mind but you ain't gettin away

On god
On god

Running on my luck through the night
Trying catch you running in my mind
It's the way that you look into my eyes
Got me risking all my dreams and my life

Type of person that gets pissed off
Collecting shoes and some pistols
Keeping all the pain out of sight
How we gonna put up when we fight

Demons in my bedroom
Tryna front but I need you
I'm just tryna see you
I got lots of shit I'm tryna get through

Missing you from my bed
And I know you haven't forgot me yet
Tryna keep you in my life Oh
Cause you're my special type
On god

On god
On god