Okay I'm back home from a hectic day at school
With no assignments right
Judging by the look of things
Today might be a cold night
So I'm on the bed
Going through some pics on Insta
Thinking should I call on Lisa
Christine or Patricia's sister
Now I'm texting 'em
Tryna see who's in the mood for sexing and
I'm getting lost each second
I can't wait to lay right next to 'em
Even if they can't make it
In my head they're already naked
So I'm outchea trynna touch my self
So I can feel alright
And then I hear these voices in my head
E be like say na fight
And I'm like "Woah!"
Just a little death and I'ma be aight
"Monsieur la petit mort - is gonna make you only want more
And e go hard for you to stop jorh"
Now I'm outchea contemplating
Thinking what am I to do
I'm so confused - what would Jesus do?
What would Jesus do?
"He's prolly gonna get down on His knees and pray"
Can I do that too?
Do you even think I'm worthy?
With the thoughts I've been having lately
I messed up badly
I dey feel my desires dey take over me aaaaah!!!
A bounty hunter
Trained deep ina me mind
By me self
Is seeking to
Devour me
Oh Lord save me from myself
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me, somebody save me
Oh-kay I just left the stage
And yeah you know I kilt it
The show's over now this Shawty's
Asking for my digits
Three homies on the side
They saying "can we get a picture?"
Then this artist says to me
"You gotta bless me with a feature"
Really?
I just dey start and people don start to feel me?
Dang!!
So does that mean I'm now an E-list celebrity?
Man!!
See I ain't never ever felt this way before
So I better flex the moment
'Fore dem think say I dey dull
Now I'm back home
Thinking bout the next hit track
Should I do a dance song
That's gonna make 'em break their backs
Or should I make it turnt up
So they gon' wave at the concerts
Forget the concepts and check the rhymes
You no fit contest
Now I'm writing verses
Thinking if Vinci is gonna like it
Will it trend on Gospel Centric?
Is it gonna blow up my mentions?
"Monsieur vous perdre le focus"
"This glory's not for your own use"
But how am I supposed to do this?
When all I think about as I write is fame?
DANG!!!!
A bounty hunter
Trained deep ina me mind
By me self
Is seeking to
Devour me
Oh Lord save me from myself
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me from my desires
Somebody save me, somebody save me
How can I pray for things
That will kill me?
Why should I wish for them?
I must be stupid
I confidently desire
The fire that will burn I and I to the ground
Me not thinking right
Me pick up me phone and me dial lust
Say make she come and
Shampoo me locks then
Later she cook
To the bedroom then
She took of her shoes
And her skirt and her shirt
And stayed nude
My strength could not save me no (never)
My gangsta man failed me yeah
My intellects failed me too
Failed me, oh Lord save me
Na na na na
Na na na
Hey na
Yeah yeah na
Ooh
From my desires
Save me from my desires
Save me from my desires
Somebody save me, somebody save me
Somebody save me from my desires
Save me
Save me from my desires
Save me Lord
Save me from my desires
...sires desires na