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Staring down the barrel of a colt 45 I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing double in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer, steer Lord if you hear me, steer I think I need to breathe cuz I ain't feeling right My conscience is at ease saying live your life Got everything I ain't miss much, bra Got my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed huh Career still intact got my street cred Went on with life thinking that the beef's dead But every now and then I get flash backs Get down on my knees and I ask that God keep my head on cuz I dont wanna spaz out Load back up that 45 and air a nigga, ass out Staring down the barrel of a colt 45 I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing double in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel SongtexteLord if you hear me, steer, steer Lord if you hear me, steer Awaken by the sound of the siren Helicopter spotlights illuminate the crime scene Crowd gathers round try to find out what the fuck is happening Wait a minute, time out I looked a little closer at my t-shirt I see squirts of blood just now starting to bleed worse I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though And then the camera man starts to pan slow Realizing what I'm up against I guess I just have to face the consequence Snap back to reality I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me Paranoid, got me running for my life now Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now Parking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out Running, chest burning, out of breath About to fall out Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign Going back to jail ain't the plan so the outline Is to come up with something so I escape this or hand cuffs Fuck that I ain't gonna take shit I rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12 getting that cell Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing double in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer, steer Lord if you hear me, steer Aus Songtexte Mania