Quadeca - to: xxxtentacion lyrics
[Quadeca - to: xxxtentacion lyrics]
Yeah
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten
Get remembered when they not there
It’s not fair, but how am I to know?
One day you at the bottom, and
Then when you're at the top
You're not alive to know
Sometimes, I think that, when I die
I’ll know what life will show but, man
This shit ain’t as black and white
As I’d like to hope
Y’all think in Heaven or Hell
My mind Purgatory
Certainly certain that nothing is
Ever certain for me
Sometimes, I really feel like nature
Keeps on working for me and other times
I feel the forces keep a burden on me
And I feel blessed you wrote in blood
And that I heard your story
But, I feel I only got
To read like one chapter
And there’s a hundred other pages
That are damp and blank
I guess I really wanted you to
Get the chance to change
Hand in the game, commanding a lane
Fans and the fame withstanding the pain
And now your legacy's branding a stain
I know the game can’t be the same
And jammed in my brain is something
That just can’t be explained
Am I meant to hate the man
For the sand on his name?
Somebody told me I’d be damned
If I am not ashamed, fuck
Looking back, this shit is plenty clear
But hindsight ain't 20
20 when you're twenty facing twenty years
You can’t forget about the many peers
And all their messages going in-and-out
Like almost every ear
People claim that he’s in Heaven or Hell
Man, I heard both in the music
The angels and the bells
It helped what I felt
It helped with all the spells I was dealt
And I was yelling all the songs
I never yelled at myself, uh
I was just stuck in my room
Chilling there, nothing to do, uh
Then I checked up on the news, couldn’t
Believe that that something was true, uh
This man invented the flow
Made that adrenaline go
Yeah, I remember the moment I
Found you, and now, you are never gon' show
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten get
Remembered once they not there, uh
"Thoughts and prayers don’t do shit"
That’s what the cynics say
But what else are we supposed to
Do but sit and pray?
I ain't religious in the slightest
But I live in faith
Faith in the midst of the rain
Faith that it will be okay
So I could give a fuck 'bout a million plays
So long as just one of them really relates
And I know that sounds really cliché
But I’m for real about the shit that I say
My feelings gray i’m conflicted
They just shift and they change
But in two weeks, I feel this
Shit won’t grip me the same, uh
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten
Get remembered when they not there
It’s not fair, but how am I to know?
One day you at the bottom, and
Then when you're at the top
You're not alive to know
"Thoughts and prayers don’t do shit"
That’s what the cynics say
But what else are we supposed to
Do but sit and pray?
I ain't religious in the slightest
But I live in faith
Faith in the midst of the rain
Faith that it will be okay
Yeah
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten
Get remembered when they not there
It’s not fair, but how am I to know?
One day you at the bottom, and
Then when you're at the top
You're not alive to know
Sometimes, I think that, when I die
I’ll know what life will show but, man
This shit ain’t as black and white
As I’d like to hope
Y’all think in Heaven or Hell
My mind Purgatory
Certainly certain that nothing is
Ever certain for me
Sometimes, I really feel like nature
Keeps on working for me and other times
I feel the forces keep a burden on me
And I feel blessed you wrote in blood
And that I heard your story
But, I feel I only got
To read like one chapter
And there’s a hundred other pages
That are damp and blank
I guess I really wanted you to
Get the chance to change
Hand in the game, commanding a lane
Fans and the fame withstanding the pain
And now your legacy's branding a stain
I know the game can’t be the same
And jammed in my brain is something
That just can’t be explained
Am I meant to hate the man
For the sand on his name?
Somebody told me I’d be damned
If I am not ashamed, fuck
Looking back, this shit is plenty clear
But hindsight ain't 20
20 when you're twenty facing twenty years
You can’t forget about the many peers
And all their messages going in-and-out
Like almost every ear
People claim that he’s in Heaven or Hell
Man, I heard both in the music
The angels and the bells
It helped what I felt
It helped with all the spells I was dealt
And I was yelling all the songs
I never yelled at myself, uh
I was just stuck in my room
Chilling there, nothing to do, uh
Then I checked up on the news, couldn’t
Believe that that something was true, uh
This man invented the flow
Made that adrenaline go
Yeah, I remember the moment I
Found you, and now, you are never gon' show
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten get
Remembered once they not there, uh
"Thoughts and prayers don’t do shit"
That’s what the cynics say
But what else are we supposed to
Do but sit and pray?
I ain't religious in the slightest
But I live in faith
Faith in the midst of the rain
Faith that it will be okay
So I could give a fuck 'bout a million plays
So long as just one of them really relates
And I know that sounds really cliché
But I’m for real about the shit that I say
My feelings gray i’m conflicted
They just shift and they change
But in two weeks, I feel this
Shit won’t grip me the same, uh
Too many thoughts and prayers for God to care
Too many lost and forgotten
Get remembered when they not there
It’s not fair, but how am I to know?
One day you at the bottom, and
Then when you're at the top
You're not alive to know
"Thoughts and prayers don’t do shit"
That’s what the cynics say
But what else are we supposed to
Do but sit and pray?
I ain't religious in the slightest
But I live in faith
Faith in the midst of the rain
Faith that it will be okay
Yeah