Isaac Quazzo - Pray For My Spirit

〈chorus〉
Yeah, aye
Me and more music, make some more of it
Me and more money, make some more profit
Being like david, pain in my lyrics
Me and my space, so pray for my spirit
I know you don't care if i wrote it
You know i'm so scared of my motives
Feels like this is close to my limit
All my sin has broken my spirit

〈verse 1〉
I know my mom is still a fan
I know i didn't lose her
I know she bumping all my music in her mini cooper
Told her "i was sick of music" but i didn't fool her
She said "god gave you a gift" and so i listened to her
And so i started writing
That's how my life is
Wish that i could be more consistent without my vices
I can't even tell you how important good advice is
Wish that i was half of the person
I know my wife is

〈bridge〉
And do i rap to make money or 'cause i love it
Show my first song to my brother
I wish that i could do better
Tell me who doesn't
Look, i'm not gonna cut it
The hard truth is gettin' harder to stomach, so
〈chorus〉
Me and more music, make some more of it
Me and more money, make some more profit
Being like david, pain in my lyrics
Me and my space, so pray for my spirit
I know you don't care if i wrote it
You know i'm so scared of my motives
Feels like this is close to my limit
All my sin has broken my spirit

〈verse 2〉
I try to write but it takes me a month, look
And one song could pay for my lunch, huh
And some people keep praising my stuff, thanks
Other people can't hate enough
'cause you say i'm not unique
You say i'm not original
Well, that's okay wit' me
I'm just makin' music that don't make you feel scene
Stop and feel the breeze
The way i see creations is the opposite of greece
So i'm breakin' up, wish that i was brave enough
I don't do it for the money, 'cause there ain't no money
No one pays enough
And my card'll get declined when i would pay for stuff
I felt like music was an idle, so i gave it up
〈chorus〉
Me and more music, make some more of it
Me and more money, make some more profit
Being like david, pain in my lyrics
Me and my space, so pray for my spirit
I know you don't care if i wrote it
You know i'm so scared of my motives
Feels like this is close to my limit
All my sin has broken my spirit
Me and more music, make some more of it
Me and more money, make some more profit
Being like david, pain in my lyrics
Me and my space, so pray for my spirit