"I Strain" ft. CunninLynguists & JustMe
Verse 1a: Deacon The Villain
I need to leave who brings these sweet new things
Sliding through the under currents of my deep blue sea
Thunder warrants these shoe strings to be pulled tighter
Move away from the fire in these new school lighters
Burning me from the inside out, sin slide south
You won't believe the fire damage that's inside my house
I need to see, I can't breathe amongst the combustion
watching smoke from lost hope rise in the sky I'm loved in
Verse 1b: Cas Metah
Wondering what's been done will get kissed bye-bye
I was born proud, hovering under a storm cloud
High times had my mind dripping like tie-dye, living on that fine line tripping
Wishing to find Christ besides on Christmas, dying for a wonderful life
That's why I strain for a lovable wife
Someone to humbly protect from the rumble when lightening strikes
Hook 2x: JustMe
I strain beneath the weight of this burden
My pain releases hate, stress and murder
I gain from lifting, shifting and trudging
Against the grain, can you feel the (**grunting and groaning**)
Verse 2a: JustMe
Excuse the grimace when pushed to my limits
I must move the tenants of my mind to diminish
Revenge I pretend to not plot
But recently resentful thoughts got caught
In me and even though I'm free from the shackles of sin
Running back to that is hard to tackle
For a weak and crying, cheating, lying, no-good dirty, rotten scoundrel
It's a lot to handle
Verse 2b: Cas Metah
Scrambling to scrounge up an ounce of endurance to further my place in this race
Searching for courage to face to the grace giver
Head held high, when self would rather chase women playing the grave digger
Pain paints pictures the blind said felt fine
But you can't witness demise if you only touch
The surface of the canvas, your hand must clutch the brush
If you really want to understand what's what
Hook 2x:
Bridge a:
**Scratching "The king down on my knees"
Verse 3a: Natti
Tsunami's sweeping upon me with venomous ways
Cream lust rush my blood stream to get it with Yay
Spending days making project tenement slaves
From rocks on pipes to the personalized rocks on they graves
All for the love of sinning with loose women
Beginning with Goose blended with juice to reduce pimping
Hell or high water, if it's both it's bubbling
I brace my hands in the sand while my castle's crumbling
Verse 3b: Cas Metah
I face the stand in a stance anticipating judgment
'Cause them last days is coming
And I'm 1-0-0 percent sure the past and present are pretty ugly
Convicted of bloody assassination
Ain't nothing funny to play with like untamed alligators
Almost all out of ways to say it
The topics been rotated like turntables
Tidal waves taking me under the current
behind the stage curtain where that pain lurking
Hook 2x:
Bridge b:
** Scratching "He realizing the wrong of his ways"