Marc Vinyls - Saving Grace lyrics

Get the devil out of here you would never
PSoul on the track yeah
Is it all a dream

Is it a dream while I'm living here actually
I’m waking up in class
Surrounded by the faculty
They said success only comes now gradually
Here's my thoughts and my mind
That been taxing me
I see the future and the life I live happily
Without demons tryna make another casualty
And I know what I got
And they don't cuz they shot
Brain fried from that pot I got (what I got?)
Charming, handsome, rich
I don’t really need no bitch
Who's the number one contender
From here to Vienna a hand I might lend ya
If you looking like benders
Got a baby by Pac beat the game that I talk
See the path that I walk
They start playing like chops
I move how I move and I do what I do
And they all want a shot
But they ain't this cool word

One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight mo' times
This 'bout the eighth time i been
Killing y'all now
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight mo' times
This 'bout the eighth time i been
Killing y’all now

Hallucinating images that ain’t there
I'mma show some times that life ain’t fair
We all confused and loss so we play scared
It's time I take you
Motherfuckers to the daycare
Suicide nets outta the building
They make our phones that
Be raising our children
We can't deny that all of the killings
This ain't our home just a
Space that we fill in
I act like a fool so the cup I be spilling
And I cannot really deal with this matter
I’m supposed to be one
Of those fucking rappers
This a tape of conversation I
Have with my past self
You just gotta listen up closely
And just rewind it backwards
They break down like the bitches they be
Never wanna talk about the problems they see
Yeah yeah
They break down like the bitches they be
Never wanna talk about the problems they see

One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight mo' times
This 'bout the eighth time i been
Killing y'all now
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight mo' times
This 'bout the eighth time i been
Killing y'all now

This ain't Marcus Smart nor I'm Marky Mark
I'm the farthest part
From these heartless farts
I got the hardest art and I have to dart
But you gon' see me when i top the charts