The Legend Ramon - Sunday School

Thank you pastor
Dream for an hour
Then wake up in horror
Then up for a week
Holding my breath for a moment
I won't let them hear what I think
Condoning the violence is effortless
When I'm a man on the brink
Been cooking up trouble I know it's a waste
But I'm starting to sink
Creatively speaking
I think that I'm peaking but having a blast
Ambitions of driving a Benz
But I'm not even top of my class
Cluttered with dreams of a life where
I'm leaving my foot on the gas
Pray for a shorty to take on this journey
No ring when I asked
She said diamonds are the best thing
All my exes called each other best friend
Met her fell in love like it was destined
Weapons in her bra cuz she a Ten Ten
So much to tell em but what can I say
Too many lies you can see in my face
Making a fool of me laugh in my face
Paradise island is home of disgrace
Eyes are wide open while I'm saying my grace
Only seen forks when they're serving my plates
Stab in my back is a reverently place
Thought we were fam but that wasn't the case
Switch up
Keep it buck, big up
All of my bread, potluck
Drinking instead, vodka
Living in dread, locked up
What can I say, not much
The more that I pray, hard luck
It's better this way, back up
Cuz diamonds are the best thing
One for every finger I'm investing
Money for my dreams I'm just suggesting
Keep it in Da Wave and keep them guessing
Diamonds are the best thing
All my exes called each other best friend
Met her fell in love like it was destined
Weapons in her bra cuz she a Ten Ten

Written by:
Ramon Moore

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