| Father, forgive me for | |
| I have sinned | |
| You know we all fall short in the glory of | |
| God, ya know | |
| But, this true life is just so hard, you know | |
| Especially when you tryin' to find a way out | |
| All I need is a sign, | |
| Lord just give me a sign | |
| Can you just, just show me a sign? | |
| Dig it I dug it, some hate it some love it | |
| Politic in the game, | |
| I'm just a puppet for the public | |
| If I spit it you can quote it, if you read it then | |
| I wrote it | |
| Knew it's dirty in this bitch ya'll let me in it so | |
| I sold itNiggas pussy 'cuz they givin' they clothes up | |
| Sayin' that they pimpin' but really givin' they hoes up | |
| Sake exactly from takin' care of the family | |
| Carry a scar on my nose that came from my granny | |
| A major player in this game knew it since day one | |
| Lookin' for shit to be the same | |
| Nigga keep waitin' | |
| I didn't done, all | |
| I can do for the streets | |
| Humble now, waitin to see what the streets do for me | |
| Got a child so | |
| I'm like payin' support | |
| Still a child, now who the hell is payin' support | |
| I can slang and bang on | |
| St.Louis streets | |
| Better yet keep it grimey till | |
| I'm 6 feet deep, come on | |
| We love gettin' high to the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| Gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| Gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| Da,da,da,da,da | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| Till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| We gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| Da,da,da,da,da | |
| Forgive me father | |
| I have sinned on this one | |
| Hail mary 10 times but this ain't the last one | |
| Forgive me father | |
| I have sinned on this one | |
| Hail mary 10 times but this ain't the last one | |
| Feelin' strange, curse deaths upon me | |
| Damn I should've knew man was not gone warn me | |
| Still rappin', while watchin' my papers stackin' | |
| Tryin' to leave coke alone | |
| But the streets callin' me back in | |
| And I ain't actin', watchin' homies subtracting | |
| Check the murder rate, | |
| I ain't lyin' thats a fact and | |
| I'm from a city where they want they corners back | |
| Body bags, whole tag if you don't know how to act | |
| Picture that, niggas straight scrambling for crack | |
| Baby mamas keep up drama | |
| But I love where | |
| I'm atIf you ain't never been to the | |
| LouThis here lyrical too and if you thinkin' bout comin' | |
| Then you best be good, come on | |
| We love gettin' high to the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| Gettin high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| Gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| Da,da,da,da,da | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| Till the mornig light | |
| We gettin' high like da,da,da | |
| We gettin high like da,da,da | |
| Da,da,da,da,da | |
| We nobody until somebody kills you | |
| Gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We nobody until somebody kills you | |
| Gettin' high till the morning light | |
| We gettin' high till the morning light | |
| Forgive me father | |
| I have sinned on this one | |
| Hail mary 10 times but this ain't the last one | |
| Forgive me father | |
| I have sinned on this one | |
| Hail mary 10 times but this ain't the last one |