Buried (DRAFT)
• Written by THEVIKSHOW
There is a debt to pay
a price on judgment day
buried in the croud there is no turning back now
buried in the croud there is no turning back now
Wow how did it get like this
Buried in the croud
Vision is gone to blur
Lyrics start to slur
They say I got nerve
Not the good talk
Even the ones talk
Tell me Ive changed
Nothing ever remains the same
The industry start in
and make you insane
Tried to swim when all i do is float
Battle with deamons
they wont let me go
Judgement they say
is the only hope
But I care less what they do
who they are
I switch lanes
like a joke in a spades game
I hold clutch as they sit still
Never been a chump
Never has to kill
Yet Ive pointed a hand
guidence for the ill will
Chop it up with ghost
of Anthony gill
While they still
ask where's the pills
But I tell
not me
Im that Brother of Xile G
There is a debt to pay
a price on judgment day
buried in the Croud there is no turning back now
buried in the Croud there is no turning back now
Let me go and hope peace be
But still there's a debt to pay.
Its always above me feel like a slave
The America is nothing to me
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THEVIKSHOW
Member since July 17 2021