It's something on my mind do you got a moment? Soapbox swag, I just got upon it I been in these chains and I'm tired of it (Car noise) I know you hear these tires rubbing
Screeching down the road, gotta get away I plotting my escape, I think this the day 'Cause I been in bondage do his dishonest lies Tried to free myself but wasn't qualified
Get em high, get em high, get em high Novacane in my body, no I ain't feeling lies They say that I'm salty and they can criticize But I'm praying for slaying, can't wait for his demise
Before you groan, and tell people I'm gone I'm talking bout the loser Lucifer, you know he wrong I know you ain't posed to break up on the phone Is it wrong if I break up in a song?
I hear what you saying, but I don't believe you 'Cause you just be lying, and I don't need you I got a new Lord, I know I don't see you But I see right through you, so I gotta leave you
How many times do I gotta Tell y'all that I refuse to follow That bad deal, cause that old master kills Call me Harriet I'm trying to get you out the field
I'm talking bout Satan, he think he the man Acting like he's running things, I ain't even playing But tell him I don't need his lies all on me Even though I know he got his eyes all on me
He is the father of lies He got plenty kids which is not a surprise Following after dad walking to they demise They wouldn't walk off of of the cliff if he'd uncover their eyes, we gotta rise
How long he been at it, do you think you really strong? Acting like you in the zone, he been lying all along We need a champ to knock him out with a blow He did it many years ago, so
Compositores: Alex Medina, William Lee Barefield (Trip Lee), Gabriel Alberto Azucena (G-styles G-styles) ECAD: Obra #11086386