文本歌词

Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing double in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me steer steer
Lord if you hear me steer
I think I need to breathe cuz I ain't feeling right
My conscience is at ease saying live your life
Got everything I ain't miss much bra
Got my little paper back I ain't feeling f**ked up
My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out
Side looking in you can say I m blessed huh
Career still intact got my street cred
Went on with life thinking that the beef's dead
But every now and then I get flash backs
Get down on my knees and I ask that
God keep my head on cuz I don't wanna spaz out
Load back up that 45 and air a ni**a a** out
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing double in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me steer steer
Lord if you hear me steer
Awaken by the sound of the siren
Helicopter spotlights illuminate the crime scene
Crowd gathers round try to find out what the f**k is happening
Wait a minute time out
I looked a little closer at my T-shirt
I see squirts of blood just now starting to bleed worse
I'm lost I got blood on my hands though
And then the camera man starts to pan slow
Realizing what I'm up against
I guess I just have to face the consequence
Snap back to reality
I gotta think fast got some motherf**kers after me
Paranoid got me running for my life now
Homicide questioning my mama and my wife now
Parking lot full of cops got the dogs out
Running chest burning out of breath
About to fall out
Hit the corner parked car at the stop sign
Going back to jail ain't the plan so the outline
Is to come up with something so I escape this or hand cuffs
F**k that I ain't gonna take sh*t
I rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12 getting that cell
Or maybe they gon' gun a ni**a down
Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me seeing double in the rain
If I put the peddle to the metal take my hands of the wheel
Lord if you hear me steer