L.E.B. - Survival

L.E.B.
Step Two
Who are you? Aye!
Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival
When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival
Her last one, he really fucked her up
She's trying to readjust, but it's hard to get up when you're crushed
Got that feeling in her gut, thinking back to what it was
Now she don't know who to trust, doubting every thought of love, yeah yeah
Now she chasing the diamonds rings and bloody shoes
She tired of being held back by strings and tough issues
Turning down everything more than a fling because of you
What does she have to lose?
The way you always lied, she hated
You flip it on her to make her feel crazy
Love is survival, can you make it?
GTA love, wasted
Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival
When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival
Don't get me started on how many times I've tried
This heart is battle-hardened, and my love is certified, but I'm spilling on the carpet, I been feeling mortified from these women who are heartless I see lies in their eyes
Had me begging you please don't go
I was blind, now I see that you a joke
Putting in these hours at the studio, to turn up in Givenchy when I do a show
Can't forget where I'm from
I got people back home with nowhere to run, in the darkness with no light or sun
Bring it back to them, I'ma be the one, pray for my survival
Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival
When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible
Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes
To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home
Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival

Written by:
Decker Bicoy

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