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Jay Browne - My Reason Lyrics



Jay Browne - My Reason Lyrics




Yeah (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Aye (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Toast to the days that the devil tried to drown us
Crown for the kings and the queens that's around us
Thankful for them blessings every day that's around us (J-A-Y)
Ten toes down 'cause we built it from the ground up (yeah-uh, uh, yessir)
Now just (Jay)

Oh they wanted us dead, look, they wanted me down
Came up out of the mud, kept my ear to the ground
Revolution music, soldiers march to the sound
That new Jay shit, Tampa Bay shit, I'm the talk of the town
Nigga, God is the greatest, my nigga died not in vainest
Angels watching, I can Spotify on top of his playlist
Screaming "Momma we made it!", had suicide on my brain, it's
Sharper than Shannon, don't Skip, this shit is not for debating
Aye
I would pray I would heal from the scars
Got pain on my mind, got rain on my eyes
I was lost, I went too far
Stay down for the cause, I was taking a loss
I was shaken to core 'cause I was training too hard
Needed a place to escape from my thoughts
Know I was made for a reason, remember the season, I shouldn't be breathing at all

Take em' off top (You are my reason)
Aye, aye, take 'em off top (You are my reason)
Yessir, yessir (You are my reason; Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Ok
Guess he made a way when bullets strayed, when niggas turned they backs
Hope was lost and faith was gone, the train was rolling off the tracks
Debt collection on my back, throwing dirt all on my name
No you see me shining like the hottest supernova blaze
You could never take my life, trap my body, free my mind
All anxieties are teaching me that there's more peace to find
I was dead waking up, the silence screaming loudly
Everything I noticed all was just the negative around me
Been counted out, shitted on, overlooked, lied to
Down and out, living wrong, so depressed, cried through
Post-traumatic stress, the struggle just brought out my best
You niggas couldn't have my heart if you ripped it out my chest

For the days that the devil tried to drown us
Crown for the kings and the queens that's around us
Thankful for the blessings every day that's around us
Ten toes down 'cause we built it from the ground up
Now just
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

"You have reached the voicemail box of"
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated, Thank you for
Man I don't-, I don't even-, I don't care anymore, just leave a message, man, I'm done

Hey Jay, Happy Sunday! God loves you and so do I
I hope you find your face in the place today, son
And I really, I really just want to tell you that God loves you and if you put him first
He's gonna order your steps and bless all of your efforts
So just know that and know I'm praying for you
I love you and I'll talk to you soon
Alright, love you, bye
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Yeah (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Aye (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Toast to the days that the devil tried to drown us
Crown for the kings and the queens that's around us
Thankful for them blessings every day that's around us (J-A-Y)
Ten toes down 'cause we built it from the ground up (yeah-uh, uh, yessir)
Now just (Jay)

Oh they wanted us dead, look, they wanted me down
Came up out of the mud, kept my ear to the ground
Revolution music, soldiers march to the sound
That new Jay shit, Tampa Bay shit, I'm the talk of the town
Nigga, God is the greatest, my nigga died not in vainest
Angels watching, I can Spotify on top of his playlist
Screaming "Momma we made it!", had suicide on my brain, it's
Sharper than Shannon, don't Skip, this shit is not for debating
Aye
I would pray I would heal from the scars
Got pain on my mind, got rain on my eyes
I was lost, I went too far
Stay down for the cause, I was taking a loss
I was shaken to core 'cause I was training too hard
Needed a place to escape from my thoughts
Know I was made for a reason, remember the season, I shouldn't be breathing at all

Take em' off top (You are my reason)
Aye, aye, take 'em off top (You are my reason)
Yessir, yessir (You are my reason; Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

Ok
Guess he made a way when bullets strayed, when niggas turned they backs
Hope was lost and faith was gone, the train was rolling off the tracks
Debt collection on my back, throwing dirt all on my name
No you see me shining like the hottest supernova blaze
You could never take my life, trap my body, free my mind
All anxieties are teaching me that there's more peace to find
I was dead waking up, the silence screaming loudly
Everything I noticed all was just the negative around me
Been counted out, shitted on, overlooked, lied to
Down and out, living wrong, so depressed, cried through
Post-traumatic stress, the struggle just brought out my best
You niggas couldn't have my heart if you ripped it out my chest

For the days that the devil tried to drown us
Crown for the kings and the queens that's around us
Thankful for the blessings every day that's around us
Ten toes down 'cause we built it from the ground up
Now just
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

"You have reached the voicemail box of"
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated, Thank you for
Man I don't-, I don't even-, I don't care anymore, just leave a message, man, I'm done

Hey Jay, Happy Sunday! God loves you and so do I
I hope you find your face in the place today, son
And I really, I really just want to tell you that God loves you and if you put him first
He's gonna order your steps and bless all of your efforts
So just know that and know I'm praying for you
I love you and I'll talk to you soon
Alright, love you, bye
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Writer: Jesse Browne
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Performed By: Jay Browne
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Jesse Browne

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