Worry Bout
Zach Smith
2:57Salutations, nice to meet you, you remind me of me When I was blind to the heat of the flame Touch it and weep from the pain Never going hungry, I'ma clean off my plate Those neon lights got old now, just be on the late Finding peace in all the things that God beautifully created I was losing all my patience, had to move at different paces People switching on like channels, I tuned out all the stations Built a home inside my head but I'm still fighting renovations Used to pray for strength, now I pray for revelation Having midnight conversations with angels I'm in this fox body fading Lord, let me plead my case Look in the mirror, I can't see my face I'm getting haunted by my past life Guess I'm a fool if I end up getting stabbed twice I can't move, feeling like I'm paralyzed Take a look inside my mind, it's a scary sight They say the good die young, that ain't hard to believe It's like a bunch of lions every other week They say the good die young, that ain't hard to believe I carry radicals, these dead end roads You'd be surprised how far these dead ends go Diamonds are better than gold, they represent your soul I'm manifesting some gold, still got a lot to unfold I pour my heart out at you, keep it on the low And leave it on the floor My life a movie, I'm blessed, can't say there's nothing to it I'm buying land instead of cashing out on cuts of jewelry I miss my dogs, I wish they were here to see me do it No more running off, I'ma face my problems headstrong Communicating to a headstone But if I didn't, I'd be dead wrong I'm getting haunted by my past life Guess I'm a fool if I end up getting stabbed twice I can't move, feeling like I'm paralyzed Take a look inside my mind, it's a scary sight They say the good die young, that ain't hard to believe It's like a bunch of prayers every other week They say the good die young, that ain't hard to believe