How good is life if you're livin on your phone percentage
Dreamin big isn't made of
Tangi things or having all the windows tinted
Wishin for a better life I just wish I didn't work
Spent so much time in production I made a can of work
Energy is everything just ask the man of hertz
The pain goes deep enough I'm barely keepin up
Life might beat you down but man I'm breathing up
A casket or gasket which one will blow first
Wealth trickles like a grain of sand into my thermo
I have a slow thirst, working makes it mo worse
Open up the chest and mummy makes it go curse
Look into the eyes I bet you find the soul
Look into the fields I bet you find the crows
You can see me diggin my nails in
The work you put in in comparison, it pales in
Stand behind these bars but my flow be bailin
The mystery of God, He never fails Him
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Never fear the thought of death
Unless I'm outta breath
When you smell it at your doorstep
It's a scary stench
Fools love to play the line, just like they play my lines
Staying out of grave sights, that's how we stay alive
Bossin with crooked rabbits that love to floss hair
Getting cut in that barber chair, it's like they crosshairs
Peasants workin scrubbin its like they own the palace
But the king is the only one who drinks out a chalice
My troubles are a challenge, I can not accept
Something out of balance, a credit card in debt
How can I forget, my passions are my own
So if you dialed in home don't put a finger on remotes
Broadcast enlargin radio waves are collidin
3 sides of the force Yucatán and mayans
What am I deciding, resurrect or kill
To me it is surprising, that I'm the real deal
7 years prior to the audience, getting this,little glimpse of anti-fraudulence
I was plotting this amidst, a group of close friends
And everything has been, history ever since
Collectin my respect with a higher interest
Every lie I put to rest
Every rhyme I put to test
Every time I am the best
Never tell them nothing less
The mystery of God relieving all my stress
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Augustine - Mystery of God (feat. Angel Sanchez) Lyrics
Augustine - Mystery of God (feat. Angel Sanchez) Lyrics
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How good is life if you're livin on your phone percentage
Dreamin big isn't made of
Tangi things or having all the windows tinted
Wishin for a better life I just wish I didn't work
Spent so much time in production I made a can of work
Energy is everything just ask the man of hertz
The pain goes deep enough I'm barely keepin up
Life might beat you down but man I'm breathing up
A casket or gasket which one will blow first
Wealth trickles like a grain of sand into my thermo
I have a slow thirst, working makes it mo worse
Open up the chest and mummy makes it go curse
Look into the eyes I bet you find the soul
Look into the fields I bet you find the crows
You can see me diggin my nails in
The work you put in in comparison, it pales in
Stand behind these bars but my flow be bailin
The mystery of God, He never fails Him
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Never fear the thought of death
Unless I'm outta breath
When you smell it at your doorstep
It's a scary stench
Fools love to play the line, just like they play my lines
Staying out of grave sights, that's how we stay alive
Bossin with crooked rabbits that love to floss hair
Getting cut in that barber chair, it's like they crosshairs
Peasants workin scrubbin its like they own the palace
But the king is the only one who drinks out a chalice
My troubles are a challenge, I can not accept
Something out of balance, a credit card in debt
How can I forget, my passions are my own
So if you dialed in home don't put a finger on remotes
Broadcast enlargin radio waves are collidin
3 sides of the force Yucatán and mayans
What am I deciding, resurrect or kill
To me it is surprising, that I'm the real deal
7 years prior to the audience, getting this,little glimpse of anti-fraudulence
I was plotting this amidst, a group of close friends
And everything has been, history ever since
Collectin my respect with a higher interest
Every lie I put to rest
Every rhyme I put to test
Every time I am the best
Never tell them nothing less
The mystery of God relieving all my stress
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Dreamin big isn't made of
Tangi things or having all the windows tinted
Wishin for a better life I just wish I didn't work
Spent so much time in production I made a can of work
Energy is everything just ask the man of hertz
The pain goes deep enough I'm barely keepin up
Life might beat you down but man I'm breathing up
A casket or gasket which one will blow first
Wealth trickles like a grain of sand into my thermo
I have a slow thirst, working makes it mo worse
Open up the chest and mummy makes it go curse
Look into the eyes I bet you find the soul
Look into the fields I bet you find the crows
You can see me diggin my nails in
The work you put in in comparison, it pales in
Stand behind these bars but my flow be bailin
The mystery of God, He never fails Him
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Never fear the thought of death
Unless I'm outta breath
When you smell it at your doorstep
It's a scary stench
Fools love to play the line, just like they play my lines
Staying out of grave sights, that's how we stay alive
Bossin with crooked rabbits that love to floss hair
Getting cut in that barber chair, it's like they crosshairs
Peasants workin scrubbin its like they own the palace
But the king is the only one who drinks out a chalice
My troubles are a challenge, I can not accept
Something out of balance, a credit card in debt
How can I forget, my passions are my own
So if you dialed in home don't put a finger on remotes
Broadcast enlargin radio waves are collidin
3 sides of the force Yucatán and mayans
What am I deciding, resurrect or kill
To me it is surprising, that I'm the real deal
7 years prior to the audience, getting this,little glimpse of anti-fraudulence
I was plotting this amidst, a group of close friends
And everything has been, history ever since
Collectin my respect with a higher interest
Every lie I put to rest
Every rhyme I put to test
Every time I am the best
Never tell them nothing less
The mystery of God relieving all my stress
This is for the pain I be feelin
This is for the love I be givin
This is for my treasures up in heaven
This is my release you gotta feel it
Writer: Agustin Contreras Jr.
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