Sunday Prayers, Saturday Lines
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@ Jaylo 239
2026-07-13 03:22:21
Lyrics
Verse 1
It started with the bottles on the floor
Young kids just wanting something more
Stealing drinks, burning up our throat
Trying to survive, trying to stay afloat
We thought we were cool, thought we were brave
But we were just digging an early grave
Soon the drinking just wasn't enough
The high wore off, and the night got rough.
Verse 2
So the bottles turned into little white pills
Counting them out, looking for the chills
I took a whole handful, wanting the end
Trying to overdose, trying to bend
I wanted to sleep, wanted to close my eyes
To run away from the pain and the lies
But the doctors saved me, woke me back up
Left me sitting here with an empty cup.
Chorus
I know, Mama... I keep fuckin' up
Yeah, I'm fucked up, spilling out my cup
But I promise I’ve been going to church every Sunday
Praying every chance I get, hoping for a better day
Mama, I know... I see it so clear
God’s the only one who can save me here.
Verse 3
Then it was smoke filling up the room
Trying to hide from the dark and the gloom
But the smoke got old, it didn't do the trick
The days got slow and my head got sick
So I traded the smoke for the white lines of coke
Chasing a high until I almost choked
Now I'm addicted, staring in the mirror
Heart beating fast, the fear getting clearer.
Bridge
(Music gets louder and more desperate)
Please, God... oh, God, hear my cry
Please save me, don't let me die
I’m going down the wrong path, losing my way
Blinded by the drugs every single day
I wanna stop relying on this stuff
I wanna stop when the road gets rough
I wanna quit, I know I should
But Mama... I love it so much.
Yeah, I love it too much.
Outro
(Music gets very quiet, almost silent)
From the bottles, to the pills, to the smoke in the air
Now I'm looking at the coke with a final prayer.
I’m so sorry, Mama.
I’m still fuckin' up.
Please, God... save me.
But Mama...
It all started because of you
It started with the bottles on the floor
Young kids just wanting something more
Stealing drinks, burning up our throat
Trying to survive, trying to stay afloat
We thought we were cool, thought we were brave
But we were just digging an early grave
Soon the drinking just wasn't enough
The high wore off, and the night got rough.
Verse 2
So the bottles turned into little white pills
Counting them out, looking for the chills
I took a whole handful, wanting the end
Trying to overdose, trying to bend
I wanted to sleep, wanted to close my eyes
To run away from the pain and the lies
But the doctors saved me, woke me back up
Left me sitting here with an empty cup.
Chorus
I know, Mama... I keep fuckin' up
Yeah, I'm fucked up, spilling out my cup
But I promise I’ve been going to church every Sunday
Praying every chance I get, hoping for a better day
Mama, I know... I see it so clear
God’s the only one who can save me here.
Verse 3
Then it was smoke filling up the room
Trying to hide from the dark and the gloom
But the smoke got old, it didn't do the trick
The days got slow and my head got sick
So I traded the smoke for the white lines of coke
Chasing a high until I almost choked
Now I'm addicted, staring in the mirror
Heart beating fast, the fear getting clearer.
Bridge
(Music gets louder and more desperate)
Please, God... oh, God, hear my cry
Please save me, don't let me die
I’m going down the wrong path, losing my way
Blinded by the drugs every single day
I wanna stop relying on this stuff
I wanna stop when the road gets rough
I wanna quit, I know I should
But Mama... I love it so much.
Yeah, I love it too much.
Outro
(Music gets very quiet, almost silent)
From the bottles, to the pills, to the smoke in the air
Now I'm looking at the coke with a final prayer.
I’m so sorry, Mama.
I’m still fuckin' up.
Please, God... save me.
But Mama...
It all started because of you
Style of Music
Child Vocals, Female Vocals, Choir, Harmonized Vocals, Hick-HopCountry Rap & Emo Country, Trap more on the rap side but country too