Mildsauce

Pain, pain, pain, pain

Why you want to know, why you want to know
Why you want to know, that's my pain that's my heart aye
Why you want to know, why you want to know
Why you want to know, why you want to know

My very very bad self, my very very bad self,
My very very bad self, my very very bad self
My very very bad self, my very very bad self
My very very bad self, my very very bad self

Yeah, and it falls to me
I done been around more than a clock repeat
Still be praying to the Lord my soul to keep
Don't be needing no fangs when I roll with sheep
I done been around one, God and His son
Can't change the past but man I rerun
Ain't finna ask you pay in all ones
This is the part where I'ma go umm

Can I shoot for the stars and not land in jail
Can I still do me and not land in hell
What about ole boy I was talking to last night
Is he still on my Snapchat high life
Now its twilight up with the nightlife
If God could just close His eyes and let me just sneak this by one time
Out of sight out of mind but I pray on my grind like

Why you want to know, why you want to know
Why you want to know, that's my pain that's my heart aye
Why you want to know, why you want to know
Why you want to know, why you want to know

My very very bad self, my very very bad self
My very very bad self, my very very bad self
My very very bad self, my very very bad self
My very very bad self, my very very bad self

Pain, pain, pain, pain