Get god on the phone.

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Young Mugz - Rap

Get god on the phone.

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[Bridge 1] I'm sick and tired of being tired I can't quit my pride Won't let me lose, won't let me die Your fake colors fade away like dye Takeout my eyes, I see they lies All this pain just made me wise Good and evil pick a side Pray for me if I don't survive [verse 1] Get god on the phone,I'm praying that he accept My calls they collect, my pain it reflects I'm a mess without him watching me I got no identity, I don't want no sympathy I'm just praying for clarity, Satan steady impairing me Half my homies stuck in these streets Like tar in 90 degrees, the hood just like a disease Hoping we don't see defeat, but the same cycle repeats We all underneath Satans feet, I hate it Money and fancy cars I hate it Maybe don't hate it, but it's overrated So when I get it I never parade it I pray for inner peace but can't find it It's no mystery who's behind it The same man that had my vision blinded I don't fall for traps cause I know who designed it [Bridge 2] If you luv me, help me out I'm feeling doubt I'm so torn, beaten Down and out All these demons eating my sleep Most of my check I barely keep Depression is on a slow creep I'm starting to sink deep [Verse 2] Get god on the phone, it went to voicemail I feel like I'm in hell and this is punishment for not doing well Oh well, if you see him please tell That all my wishes in a wishing well But at the bottom it's just skeletons Strange specimens begging pleading for some medicine I'm the pharmacist of the hood What happen to your job ? oh it's going good There I stood in the middle hell cursing Satan Knowing damn well my soul could be taken I was mistaken thinking god had my back But he didn't he was distant like a fade to black I'm tired of keeping track of all the hurt I'm tired of the world not seeing my worth Tired of always questioning my birth When will I see success from hard work [Bridge 1] I'm sick and tired of being tired I can't quit my pride Won't let me lose, won't let me die Your fake colors fade away like dye Takeout my eyes, I see they lies All this pain just made me wise Good and evil pick a side Pray for me if I don't survive

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  • Young Mugz