Текст песни The Prayer - SadBoySantana

Let me start the tape with prayer
Our Father-Our God, who art in heaven
Been looking for an easy way out
Been suffering hard since the age of seven

And I guess I gotta show my love to
The homies that's really about my fettish
I can't taste so I'm getting mad peckish
Sit in my room all day-just planning

Bro heard that I caught that virus
Nobody else checked in on my end
Except my girl-she was riding from one
I might just marry this girl and run

Yeah I lost 3 grans in a week
She said I should cry but I'm not weak
And I'm tryna be happy-bliss
No my car's all mine, I'm off my lease

I count my friends on a hand
Better be the same when I count my bands
Better be similar when I'm in a Benz
I'm strictly a loner, don't need no friends

Cause I don't need petty energy
The same boys now biting my lingo
Heard he talk like me now, bingo
They all love my trends, they enemies

I don't know what's next to be honest
My chest feels heavy, I'm exhausted
And I doubt myself but I still make hits
Cause I still fuck with art to bits