Saint Plair - 3107

Fighting demons in my past
Karma gettin licks back
Smokin pain though this gas
Life going fast
Runnin low in this bag, tryna make this shit last
Paint my wrongs on this mask, put my pain on the Mac
Said I was worse for the better
Through these storms I weather
She left me for the better
Be on my mind can't forget her
Still feel the same when I met her
Little angel flock her feathers
Always stayed my brothers keeper
Even put twin on features
Lost my brothers through our seasons
Goin through shit not a reason
Freestylin in your room
Do what you told me to do
Said leave her in my past, but that shit ain't help me either
Smokin woods while we work our craft, but you rather sink get deeper

On my lonesome I'm just in my room
I'm so sad might as well have the blues
I'm so quiet I'm not talking to you
All I need is this music and you
If you ain't here GOD will hold me down
When this shit pop off don't come around
If you knew me back then, you don't know me now
I smoke on this gas got me in the clouds

Written by:
Preston Plair

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