Sean Vieyra - Ray Charles lyrics

[Hook] It's time to get my sh** together Just because they say they love me, we don't sit together Besides they just say they do, they really don't Who's really got my back? Only God knows f** it, I ain't cryin' about it, boy I'm still alive Keep my head held high, only the strong survive f** a 9 to 5, let me work the graveyard I got soul til I die like I'm Ray Charles [Verse 1] I ain't worried bout the fame, you can keep the cash Don't be acting different around when I see that a** You can tell by my eyes, I ain't scared at all Doing what I'm supposed to do when it's last call You a joke, you fake, liar, and a coward It ain't nothing but snakes in the gra** around you I don't show it but I love and I care deep Stay hidden cuz that's what the world did to me I ain't b**hin, I ain't trippin Care free livin' My biggest enemy is up inside my head listenin' To what I gotta say f** beef, I'm looking for peace So where's my pipe at? Been a long time Baby let me grab the mic back! [Bridge] f** your rappin' b**h I'm back Daddy's home Take a nap Tired of that weak sh** You think it's hard, I know it's wack You f**in' trash Put you in a trash bag like Dexter I ex ya Bury your b**h a** like a treasure I'm better Off the top with it than your written sh** [Verse 2] But I got bad penmanship, so I just stay k**in' it Off the dome Jerome, I know you feelin' it k**er, I ain't innocent Send me to the penintanti A-R-Y, I ain't that guy That you gon' win against Do this sh** for hours, all now, all day Not a minute man Now many men, and many men Wish d**h upon me, no 50 Cent I don't think it's literal But then again you never know [Hook] It's time to get my sh** together Just because they say they love me, we don't sit together Besides they just say they do, they really don't Who's really got my back? Only God knows f** it, I ain't cryin' about it, boy I'm still alive Keep my head held high, only the strong survive f** a 9 to 5, let me work the graveyard I got soul til I die like I'm Ray Charles [Bridge] f** your rappin' b**h I'm back Daddy's home Take a nap (x4) Tired of that weak sh** (x2) You f**in' trash Put you in a trash bag like Dexter (x2) I'm better Off the top with it than your written sh**