Gusta ST

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Gusta ST


Spent some time imagining, If I don't, will depression
I cannot end like all them
All my G's aren't close, walk away like the most
Why the road is forsaken?
Need to do this more fast or your dreams will be past
Charge is higher, so bad
1 step to the front for 1 jump to the back
I'm too far from the last lap

Another day, another way to turn the key
I'd rather run the paparazzi, but I'm betting a race in here
Nigga get crazy, I am not the type of lazy
I'm digging another lang while he can't be rapping, making sense

Between the chaos, trustin' in my faith
Lucky's for seven, I'll be the eighth
They call it chance, I call it bless
So don't be stressed

Opening chest, in mind the best
For me, just wanna the success
For you, I hope you walk away
Find your own way and fix that mess

Was nice the time you made me
Your whole priority
But I found my wave, niggas feel too lack

My one and only lonely path
And lately, I've been feeling sad
No one's around when I'm undressed
To share what's been on my chest

All I can say is: Praise be
When my dreams are rainin' in me

I recognize my sins, these bad waves crashing on top of me
I call it of karma
They ever will back for me, never understood why you don't tell to me
What's your armor?
I just leave you lonely at that time what I didn't care 'bout my own mental health
Two ways, just for two of us
I followed selfishness and just you keep crying about

I don't need, don't need a friend, I just need God and my fam
But it looks partial
Since baby, I gave love to them, but they walked away, runned out of my life
It's all just for money issues?
I feel so but now we don't need, cash's dripping at our shoes
Lord supplied where didn't have
Made my mom multiply one for four like Him made in a repast, dude

(Yeah, like Him made in repast
And again I say; praise be)