pray 4 me - A COLORS SHOW

Ooh-ah

Ah

I hope that you pray for me

I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope

Uh, huh

Whoa

Get like this

My nigga, when it get like this?

I hope you pray for me, uh, yeah

Yeah, nigga, I hope you prayed for me

Yo, uh

Today I woke up in Hollywood

And cut my phone on before I got the chance to breathe

'Cause I got eighteen hours left

And time ain't going any slower and my fate reside inside of the screen

I just signed my own Patriot Act

So I could have surveillance over what they think of me

Mornings designated for black coffee and comparison

Woke up cold so I took a warm bath in embarrassment, the perfect symphony

It's heaven to my ears in the city of angels

Impending doom, the only thing that make sense

Addicted so it got my whole chest in a cradle

And got me feeling higher than a apex

I'm running, I'm running, I'm running

The ground too fast for my feet

I'm running, I'm running, I'm running

And I'm praying that you praying for me, I said (ooh-ah, ah)

I hope you pray for me, uh (for me)

The sunset prettier than it ever really get back home, but I can't enjoy it

My demise coming much as I wanna avoid it

I got like six hours on this ticking time bomb left

Before I morph into nostalgia and a time well spent

They'll piece together my potential

But they won't know what happened

Just that when I sprouted in age my sanity got fractured

The difference night and day from when I was filled with passion

A hunnid miles away from everything they imagined

I mean I'm right on time

Twenty years old, the real start of his decline

I got the chance he should've gotten, I'm a fluke on God

Ducking and dodging psychosis got my heartbeat tired

So I will follow in His footsteps

And chuck my white flag into this warzone quick

It's in our DNA, I might as well embrace it

On all sides we mourn lives to the same shit

Psyche violence, I wouldn't wish on none of my enemies

Wouldn't subject you to this fate if you was dead to me

Rolled the dice when I moved to Cali if I'm being real

The panopticon got smaller than it once appeared

Couple that with a fall from grace that's written in my cards

And so far down that it leave my ankles wrapped in gauze

Ninety percent chance that I never hear applause

That was promised to me by strangers way across the pond

That is unless y'all niggas pray for me (ooh-aah, ah)

For me

For me