J Minor - Got it On (feat. Oneway)

I pray the truth set you free
You need tint 4 dis shit
As I travel down this long dark road
I find myself alone
All the fuck alone
Roll on
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
You haven't cried until you've cried yourself to sleep
Broken hearts conscious sins sow what I reap
Critics from a distant, better yet beneath
Other than the internet bitch I'm out of reach
Everybody superstars until you pull the plug
Hands clean but I swear I know the real plug
Off white leather couch but my straps black
Green beams red dots leave ya where ya at
Drug my name through the mud but I'm still clean
Had a goal, bust my ass what you niggas mean
Take a knee say a prayer then chase my dreams
Star struck sell they soul for likes and streams
At my worst I feel cursed but I have faith
Every had someone you love say they need space
Light a blunt, drop the top, mute your phone
You'll realize at your last, you're on your own
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
Ours sons don't even know each other that's a crying shame
If we never speak again, my love for you remain
Different roads, different paths, humble beginnings
The rats in the kitchen, the ghost and spaghetti
Back to reality I'm grown, gotta feed these kids
Can't show no weakness in these streets, it is what it is
Big 40 tucked a nigga play you know it's up
Was a good kid, they forced me not to give a fuck
Bitches ultra friendly when they see you getting it on
I don't want your pussy or your time bitch I'm going home
Request for favors got my inbox about to overflow
But I can't get a like or share, that's just how it go
Aint no patty caking nigga pick a side and stay
Good niggas die young trying to make a play
Running through this mother fucker like I'm Jones Drew
It ain't no secret, if it's fuck him it's fuck you too
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze
I got it on
I got it on my own
No cries for help cause no one will show
Diamonds and gold but a hole in my soul
Heart so cold, my blood is froze

Written by:
Deonte Rawls, Larry Pittman, Quonsheryl Pittman

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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