J Molley Rehab Lyrics
Mama I know that you don’t want me going to jail
Know that you praying I know that you hope I prevail
Put all my people and family in nothing but hell
I been relapsing I hope I don’t fall of rails
I am not going hell I believe that I’m dying in peace
Babygirl your boat has sailed and you is not coming with me
We was fucking out of spite and we left it right on the sheets
I cannot help but put all of my heart in a beat
I cannot help but go stick up a gun in his teeth
I cannot help but go run if I’m dealing with police
Filling up kush in my lungs I’m toking the blunt
Popping these pillies for fun they making me dumb
These bitches they making me stress it weigh on my chest
I gotta wear me a vest there’s blood on my pecs
I gotta keep em in check I don’t want a wreck
I put a knife to his neck oh how he was stressed
We pull up and they go home
They don’t want no smoke
I got a gun and they don’t know
Hold me back don’t make me blow
Don’t hold me back bro help me grow
When it rain it really pour
My heart is covered up is snow
Been through shit that know one knows
You don’t see the shit I’m in
I got pain it’s deep within
Go grab the gun I think that’s him
Then repent for all my sins
I got these problems and no one can solve em
I’m colder than cauldrons
I’m fucked up off potions
I went went up to rehab I was rehab ridden
It’s all in mind one big bad imposition
Problem with my life is I’m in inquisition
I hope I don’t relapse and end up in prison
I just can’t stop thinking I can’t stop obsessing
I’m in pain and this pain isn’t teaching lessons
I go rage then I can’t take it one more second
I feel hate and I feel caged can’t take this tension
Always party like it’s 1999 and lose my mind I’m sorry
I can’t party properly
Can’t stop nobody stop me
Told him square up what you saying
He got guns but he won’t spray em
She’s so dumb why is she staying
I’m just saying I’m not hating
Should’ve stayed in school oh mom I’m dearly sorry
I’m insane I’m sure you worry
Am I me or am I molley
They know me but not my story
I get hate and I get glory
I get hit and I get gory
Haha
I’m making money off Zaza
It going straight to the mata
Then we go fuck up plaza
My shit is playing in Ghana
If I leave her lone she a goner
She looking just her mama
Her mom is hotter saunas
You can’t say that
I go rage and I get payback
She like playing games but I don’t play back
Your boyfriend a lame know him from wayback
I’m sick in the head
You’re making me beg
I’m popping these meds
They’re making me dead
They’re making me numb
And I am depressed
If you try to run
I’ll shoot up your legs
I went went up to rehab I was rehab ridden
It’s all in mind one big bad imposition
Problem with my life is I’m in inquisition
I hope I don’t relapse and end up in prison