Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Lord, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Dear Lord |
| Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty |
| Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin' in him |
| Send him on his way when I fuck around his day |
| («Okay!») Cause to you they wanna send me |
| And I ain’t got the energy, I’ll let the clip empty |
| («Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!») |
| I ain’t gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out |
| A frown up my face when the press come out |
| Niggas know what it is, one of the best, no doubt |
| Doubt that, test him and the S’s come about |
| Aggression niggas need without |
| Too aggressive niggas rest under leaves where the G’s hang out |
| I’m back stronger than ever |
| D-boy so it’s like whatever, however, whenever |
| I dare ya, pall bearers bury ya |
| Pardon my, positivity failure |
| But they ain’t tryin to hear ya when niggas’ll go and air ya ass out |
| Send you to the morgue, turn you inside-out |
| Send you to your momma 'til she pass out |
| Too many partners in the casket now |
| These foul bastards, don’t appreciate life so fuck 'em |
| The P-nina-nina stay dumpin' (Stay dumpin') |
| Now Trice ain’t all about runnin' his mouth |
| He do that for a livin', y’all gotta feel him |
| In the streets he mute, my nigga autism |
| Don’t confuse this with art-ism |
| Nigga I refuse to lose, boss in him |
| Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin' |
| I’m livin', nigga I’m kiddin' him |
| Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison |
| Picture him leavin' his children |
| I peel 'em, pilgrimage to another region |
| Them ecstasy pills got niggas schemers |
| When the weapons spill them same niggas bleedin' |
| 'Fore I leave this world they gon' believe him |
| O ain’t deceivin' these people, that’s feedin' 'em |
| The hood’s what he breathin, it’s all good |
| Leave him in that box all wood (Box all wood) |
| Trice is nice with aim, put a nigga |
| In a permanent frame, when a nigga’s |
| So determined to bang, cause a nigga’s |
| Switchin' lanes in that European thang |
| Don’t be mad at your boy-boy, handle business |
| Cause he push the toy-toy, niggas envious |
| Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses |
| When the semi’s start spittin', listen (Listen) |
| («Okay!») |
| («Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!») |
| Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty |
| Nothin' in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin' in him *Blam* |