Bryce Trent - Wandering (feat. Richard Geen)

I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee
Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Most days
I don't even go outside
Let the mail rock
Shit is piled to the sky
No girlfriend
A nigga really don't try
If the world ends
I got no one by my side
But I'm good though
No I'm not, but it's chill
I keep my head up
And try not to think of bills
Gotta thank God
For a motherfuckin meal
'Bout to do a bank job for a motherfuckin mill
Bought a water bottle, ay, with a bag of quarters, yeah
Won't be till I do laundry that my swag in order
I got on the same socks
I wore last week ay
Fuck it though, I'm runnin like a track meet
They be like, "Where you goin' Bryce?"
Away from stress
My niggas down so I can't stay upset
Talkin to a girl from Long Island got me smilin
Yeah my burdens heavy but she got me weighin less
I confess, wooh

I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee
Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my

Yeah, yeah

If I just play my hands, shit
I could come up on some stacks
And flip
Go and get my mans a couple racks
And tell him how we never goin back
Hated sleepin with them rats like phew
Teasin her box, I call it food play
She workin on my top like a toupee
Or two fades
I'm smokin double L's in my cool J's
Only playin 2K
Why niggas so fugaze
Damn it's a trip
Bryce and Geen together, man it's a hit
Understand we a fit
For this lifestyle
Either cop a fan of ya bitch
Then hop in the lamb and get lit up
Maybe in a Phantom, go ghost
I'm always doin the most
I got the bread, I call the shots
I'm always doin a toast
Aim at the head, point with the dot
Just tell me who is the host, check
And I ain't een trine fuck a model
I'm just out here wanderin hope to catch some lightin in a bottle nigga, gone

I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my trail tryna shake me for my promises yee, yee
Contemplatin foldin but if I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my hand God'll handle that yee, yee
Yee, yee
Yee, yee
If I just play my- yeah

And I swear I'm at this table
(We're running out of time baby)
And I got the cards in my hands
(The star is at the line baby)
And I feel like the odds are against me at this greater at this point
But the craziest part is
(My heart is far from prime baby)
I know God is in me
And he's tellin me never to fold
(But God's work is divine baby)
And I swear I never will

Written by:
Bryce Thomas-Trent, Eugene Peterson

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