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over your head - clayton jennings lyrics

best day of my life was the birth of my daughter
and only thing i’m really proud of is being her father
my love was worth more than any gift that i bought her
but ammunition and tuition, best believe that i got her
people get close to use me, man, don’t even bother
i rely on my intuition to show me who to slaughter
and the first person that comes to minds is me
because secretly i hate myselves, or maybe not secretly
evеry piece i relеase to you takes away a piece of me
“man, you saved my life”, dms to sleep peacefully
more followers than ever, god, what are you teaching me?
or maybe he’s not teaching me anything at all
maybe this whole season was just a setup to fall
and i don’t mean summer, i mean lightning and thunder
because i’m starting to wonder if it’s some sort of hex that i’m under
because for every poem that i write, fifteen more get aborted
similar statistics to the land of the morbid
but all babies go to heaven way out of this orbit
infancy to infinity whether miscarriage or torment
rest easy, momma, ’cause your baby’s where the lord is
some of you write god, but he’s never writing back
mailing ally notebooks, but she’s not replying back
so you lay there crying, and there’s no denying that
begging god for answers, screaming his name in the black
“i thought you said you’d never leave me, yo, where are you at?!”
like god should do a trick at the drop of a hat
he does hat tricks for miracles, i’m back with the lyrical
shoutout to levi, nf, blake, and ezekiel
criss*crossed pistols with specific initials
i’ll die for my tribe like the cross on my temple
jesus ’til i die standing, ten toes down, and it’s simple
thou shall not k!ll, so lord forgive me for this instrumental
before i played an instrument was still called instrumental
i never played the trombone, but i lay awake alone, and i tremble
but i’m evicting the demonic, my brain’s not your rental
i’m trusting prophecies over pharmacies, now the g*o*d’s got my mental
mask off, muzzle, too, this d*o*g’s out the kennel
so sit back and listen to every syllable i stencil
bipolar lyricist, and i’m a pro with this pencil

- clayton jennings lyrics

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