Please Die

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Look at you, you're pathetic
 And this isn't the first time I've said it
 Look at you standing tall
 With that chest puffed out
 Inside your insecurities
 Are just dying to bust out
 You're a bust now
 You're lucky those pills haven't snuffed you out
 You cut your friends off
 So you got nobody to trust now
 But you did this to you
 I hope you're proud
 Every time you wind up back in the news
 And you really think we can't
 When you announce you're back in the booth
 Nobody's got your back and it's true
 I hope I see you beat
 Until you're black and you're blue
 Give me that head
 And I'll crack at it too
 Because the old you is missing
 When you were back with the crew
 Back then you had the anointing
 And you were passionate too
 I know you thought about it
 Just do it, you coward
 And fasten that noose
 That guilt keeps pilling up
 So who you passing it to?
 Cause God knows you'll never own up
 To your own mistakes
 You're a fraud in an industry of fakes
 Stiff spine
 Yours bends till it breaks
 And you talk about Jesus
 But you don't live like him
 And you tell people help others
 But you don't give like them
 Whatever happened to the old you?
 I knew you'd end up like this
 Man I told you
 You spent more time dating than praying
 Cat got your tongue
 Do you hear what I'm saying?
 Well that cat's out of the bag now
 And that spotlight's fading
 You could of been somebody
 You could of done things right
 You got a army behind you
 But you rather run then stand up and fight
 What's wrong with you man wake up
 For God's sake stop soaking in your regrets
 And shape up
 This is bigger than you
 Don't you see, this is bigger than me
 Is the man you want your daughter to see?
 One day she'll grow up and say
 "He was no father to me"
 What about those kids who look up to you?
 You can't even drag yourself out of bed
 Man what's up with you?
 You were called to be different
 And you were made to be great
 But when I see you
 I see everything that I hate
 You're a messenger who's a mess
 You're down and depressed
 And if you don't get help
 You're gonna die like this
 I told myself I wouldn't cry like this
 But look at you man
 What are you doing?
 Watching you suffer like this is grueling
 But you chose to love your sin
 More than your maker
 And you blame them for what happened
 But you're the faker
 And you keep playing in the dirt
 Like it's gonna satisfy you
 I might just pull this trigger
 Would you be mad if I do?
 Do it, coward
 You won't because you're scared too
 And don't blame me for where we're at
 You were there too
 You could of done something
 I couldn't stop you
 Could of asked for help
 But you didn't because of your pride
 Our sins are out in public now
 And we have nothing to hide
 And that kills you inside
 I'm the part of us who doesn't care about the past
 Or what we do
 And you have no idea what your high expectations
 Have put us through
 And now that we're failures
 It kills you too
 Give up the chip on your shoulder Clayton
 Don't lie
 You're really the one who wants us to die
 So if you want to pull a gun on us
 Here, so will I

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Duration
02:46
Tempo
102 BPM

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