Andy Mineo - ...There lyrics

Nobody ever make it out alive (Whoo)
This ain't first class I got upgraded
Penny pinchin' rapper even though I made it
Mama got her clothes from garage sales
Took the low so I could have the top shelf
Yeah humble thyself or God will
Youngin' with a little drive
Like a Hot Wheel, yeah
Now it's pop culture when
You're poppin' pills, right?
Rather have us medicated than healed, right?
Look, blog said I'm in album mode
Boy, I'm always in album mode
My slice need the a la modé
New York, like Al Capone
Whole squad in the Patagon'
My girl b-b bad, bad to the bone
I keep losin' my wedding ring
I gotta go get that tatted on
I'm–out in Europe
It feel just like the borough
Shoutin' "YERR" Spent a Euro, got dessert
That's that churro
Need the word, that's eternal
I write the rap, no journal
My pen got me some wins
I feel like Joe Paterno, aye
I don't got no time for
Beefin' with nobody else
I've been dealin' with my demons
I been beefin' with myself
I need Heaven down on Earth 'cause
It's feelin' like it's Hell
That's all that I can do, uh

Ah 1 am, I ain't sleepin'
2 am, I ain't sleepin' (Not at all)
3 am, I ain't sleepin' (Wide awake)
Maybe I should get some sleep in

I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me
On me, on me

Every sword got two edges
How will I be remembered?

I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me
(On me, on me)
I got angels flyin' all around
I pray they take me off the ground
I know I got one lookin' down on me, on me
On me

Standing alone in the parking lot
Of The Truman Show
Privy to things I never knew before
Laying flowers at the casket
Of a twenty-two-year-old me
It sound unusual, but listen
Death is beautiful, see
Nothing grows until it finally dies
And you don't ever find the truth
Until you find the lies (Well)
Now that I've–started pulling the strings
Some things are unraveling
And I don't like what I'm
Seeing but yet I proceed (Deconstruction)
This the moment I hold it all in question
It's terrifying 'cause there ain't
Nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction
It's messy but still I press
And I'm desperate to find the answer
I can't go on with the guessing
Did 81 percent of the people
I call my brethren
Put an elephant in the room
And say it was Heaven-sent?
I don't know what Bible you reading
What God you believe in
But that don't sound like reason
It sound like you sleeping so I'm leaving
This my Last Supper who treatin'?
Take a stand for the knee
And your Nikes still creasin'
I let it all fall apart
Then I took the pieces
Reconstructing everything I once believed in
Yeah

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