Early Release - Street Sects

Dove

I’ve got your money right here

And I dug your hole right there

I won’t apologize

Sent to collections, so what

Drag me to court

I will wait for god

I’m keeping him on retainer

Leaned on your luck (too long)

Skated on grace (too long)

Sucked on the tit (too long)

But nobody ever said no

Well, look at you now

Mouth full of promises

Choking on every last word

Cases are made from mistakes

Lives have been lost in the wake of your

Bad choices and poor judgment

No one here will miss you at all

I have paid for blood

The money is on the table

No hope

No deal

No prayer

No one can hear you now

Now I wait for the law

The sirens have long since faded

Aching heart

Fading

Hold on

For how long

I wasn’t fast enough

I was caught on the edge of the game

Writing checks that my heart couldn’t pay

I was washed up

And then worst of all

I had left you to carry the weight

When you never intended to play

And yet you stood tall

Well I won’t give you up

They can take all my money away

They can break every bone in my face

I will not talk

And I will work it off

I will pay every cent that I owe

I will finish this once and for all

I will make good

No hope

No deal

No prayer

No remorse