Redemption

Album: Redemption (2018)
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  • If you had a second chance in life, what would you do?
    Would you put the pills down? Throw out the lean too?
    Treat you baby mama right and make way for your kids
    Peace with your enemies, keep the water under the bridge
    I think about if my motorcycle crash was fatal
    Broken bones, internal bleedin', stressed on the table going through surgery
    Two machines helpin' me breathe, sorry mama I wanna stay but I gotta leave
    I see my funeral pat I see some lyin', some cryin' and some givin' dap
    I see false claimers, strangers and foes with their head in their laps
    I see more division
    I see some of them showing up just to post a picture like they was my nigga
    Instagram's a dead man's best friend
    Everybody lookin' for likes but wasn't likin' you when
    You needed somethin' to hold on dealin' with life stress
    Glad them angels came in surgery said, "I'm not done yet"

    I know saints, I know sinners, I know bosses
    I know pain, I know veins, I know losses
    My loyalty's sensitive so please don't cross me
    My loyalty's sensitive so please don't cross me
    I came to redeem myself, all I need is God's help
    These are millions of miracles, show me the real you, the real truth

    If I had a second chance in life, this what I'd do
    I'd buy you flowers, talk to you for hours, give you truth
    I'd listen to you when you're hurt, I should've went to church with you
    But my credentials didn't work, I still should've worked with you
    I should've left them lil' hoes alone and came home
    But I blamed the moments on you, though I was in the wrong
    You checked my phone and I checked you 'bout it
    We never talked it over, instead we sexed 'bout it
    I said, "I'm comin' over," you turned up flexed 'bout it
    I hit yo mama phone she said "Y'all get it together" she don't know what we on
    My response was whatever I'm ego trippin' hotever
    I hate to see you goin' she gave me that dial tone
    I should've gave you more trust, more love, no lies, more us
    'Cause when my motorcycle crashed and everyone left
    It was that angel at surgery sayin' "I ain't done yet"
    Real shit

    I know saints, I know sinners, I know bosses
    I know pain, I know veins, I know losses
    My loyalty's sensitive so please don't cross me
    My loyalty's sensitive so please don't cross me
    I came to redeem myself, all I need is God's help
    These are millions of miracles, show me the real you, the real truth Writer/s: Aaron Hall, Edward Riley, Gene Griffin, Johnny Reed McKinzie, Mark Spears, Solana Imani Rowe, Terrace Martin, Timothy Gatling
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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