K.A.A.N. - Wings ft. Faiz lyrics

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K.A.A.N. - Wings ft. Faiz lyrics

Lord, Lord Yeah, alright let's do it [Pre Hook: K.A.A.N] Ooh, and I just pray to God that we survive, that we survive I asked the lord to give us wings so we could fly, so we could fly And I just had a premonition that I died, I died And now I can not go to sleep, I'm f**ing terrified [Hook] Damn, god damn, damn. I pray that the lord forgive me for my sins, me for my sins, me for my sins [x3] And I feel like I'm going to hell but I pray to my god that this isn't the end, damn [Verse 1: K.A.A.N] Ain't nobody that will ever get up on a beat competing with these poets Competing with this notion, a murder with a villain, spilling my devotion Is at a higher level so people have never seen it Can't feed a n***a the purpose deferred (devoid) from any meaning To finding the root of happiness, oh it really exists Insisted you said to press play and sift Through the words of a n***a that presented you a gift When I hit em with the real it make the people feel It never made em feel that you should reconsider Get em with the venom I'm finding it kind of funny Exaggerations of money Have saturated us out with a cynical sayonara Disintegrated your energy Emphasizing with empathy Empathetic erratic, oh Orchestrated this symphony Formulated a plan with the lyrics I've written Suicidal psychopath someone save me, don't forgive me Lord! Do you even hear me when a motherf**er talkin I'm takin all of my pain and make it the center piece And I'm open to promiscuity that you promised to never pa** Thinkin all the pain that I'm feeling will probably really last Living in the past with my negative type of mind state [?] Confess I dealt with depression I was suicidal as an adolescence I was steady stessin Lookin for the reason anybody should live with all my f**ing isolation I know you see what it did I'm paranoid, I'm talkin to myself, a n***a wanted out But I was sitting in the corner Feeling like a loner Contemplating what what the f** a n***a finna do I got a blade and a bottle of pills to keep it real I be taking every one till a n***a feel ill I don't wanna be insane But there was no one to blame Slit wrists Blood drips It dissipated my pain f**! k** em with the flow, I said I'm minding my business So what the f** are n***as spending the [?] feeling Repetitive the plan is develop a sentence They hearin, it wasn't becoming dependent I'm picking up a pack a pencil I could paint a batch of pictures depicting my whole story And given my whole life find a n***a in the gutter Succumb into his advice Called Christ mother f**er The relic of sacrifice And I wanna be the greatest So that you cannot debate it Never talked to mother f**ers or s**ers that could not take it [?] What I'm doing, proving hatred eliminated them all Considering me the god Disintegrating my opponents, I'm leaving people apart Yeah, heh heh, yeah Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people apart Disintegrate my opponents, I'm leaving people apart [Verse 2: Faiz] My n***a I pray to the lord that we make it Salvation is me being faded, sedated I'm soaking and sin and my secrets forsaken But lately my n***a, I don't give a f** Marijuana induces my paranoia f** it, I'm freeing my mind like a mason When facing a J I'm adjacent to Jason Masking my pain, and erasing the aching Investing into all of my business The labels just want a percentage The concept of branding an image Wait n***as just really don't get KAAN Brandon, image They my mother f**ing n***as And I'm getting premonitions Scribbling all my writtens The difference between sleeping and having a f**ing vision Is I plotted for the profit The plot properly thickens Lucid dreaming, reality A percentage maintains society Religion, p**y, power, puppet politicians Praying that a n***a f**ing flip a key Make examples out of n***as tryin me Money, p**y not defining me They compare you to your own companions Now them same n***as be your new rivalries Lord, why these n***as wanna plot on me They throwin shade, takin shots at me So I'm ridin round with that pocket rocket Pull up, James Harden when I pop a three, n***a You either gettin paid or you gettin played And if you ain't with it than you in the way So n***a, f** what a f** n***a gotta say now [Hook]