| Serenity
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| Accept what I can’t change
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| Courage to change what I can
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| Wisdom to know the difference
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| Ups and downs
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| In and out
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| I see frowns all around
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| God protect me, be my weapon
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| If they catch me out of bounds
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| Enemies, praying for serenity
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| To accept what i can never change
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| Fire in their eyes, that just won’t go away
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| My hearts been taken by surprise
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| And it be (?)
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| Now would you be around
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| Wondering who’s gonna be around
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| And everything gon (?)
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| Starlito
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| Said the serenity prayer a hundred times when they ran my license
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| Damn i should have ran
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| Fresh out of second chances
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| Got this one bitch she so fancy
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| Pretend to understand me
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| My feelings been so damaged
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| Can’t pretend to be romantic
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| A reckless street nigga
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| Thats her fantasy
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| Going against the wishes of her family
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| Finding comfort in my insanity
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| Still ain’t met none of her friends
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| I don’t fuck with strangers
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| Buy her nothing but big bags
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| Gotta tuck my banger
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| I see the devil in her eyes
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| But got the touch of an angel
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| I bet i introduce her to pain
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| Fuckin with a gangster
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| Routine traffic stop going up the road
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| Wonder if she can accept that’ll ill never change
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| Thats all i know
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| I dont trust a soul
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| To used to being betrayed
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| It’s survival of the game
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| Kevin Gates
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| Slurred words
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| Mental purge with liquid courage
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| Poverty-stricken origin
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| Recollection a blur
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| Puking out my intestines i ingested the curse
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| After first base always stuck between second and third (just go home)
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| Afraid to go home if home is where the heart is
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| Mother’s relationship abusive, don’t know who my pa is
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| Love a stripper (why?)
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| Modeled after my mama’s figure
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| Clock is ticking, if divided by time that i spent in prison
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| Deserted by the very ones, slippin in my feelings
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| Shy of commitment, petrified?
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| Instagram pictures im diggin, twitter DMn
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| Not to mention how me met cuz she mentioned me in my mentions
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| Too reluctant won’t open up, she thinkin i’m willin to listen
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| Pretty women?
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| Bitch on the lips I ain’t kissin |