Ty Brasel - Praying Hands lyrics

Yeah, yeah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Look T he balling like Wilt Chamberlain Hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it Hallelujah, Amen Rosegold chain with the praying hands Young T destined for greatness that’s my alias Zoom off in the spaceship with my aliens (Hallelujah, Amen) (Hallelujah, Amen) (Hallelujah, Amen) (Hallelujah, Amen) Look at Lil' T from the cove I was 13 with a proposition to cook up the stove I could see the future It was international we flown I saw lights blinding they knew all the words to my songs I was stage diving then I sign my name on they clothes Mama watching from behind me, backstage with my folks I could see it vivid in my dreams Then it turn to smoke Nightmares haunting me constantly Coming me for me most yeah yeah Look at Lil' T from the cove I was 16 when my first homie Got murdered in the cold blood Hold up, Lil' T it's a cold world keep your eyes open Devils keep approaching provoking Will I be next, my paranoia keep controlling Jehovah spoken he said Young T Destined for greatness that's the chosen Angels speak to me like Mary Joseph They singing hallelujah I say amen with praying hands, aw yeah Yeah, yeah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Look T he balling like Wilt Chamberlain Hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it Hallelujah, Amen Rosegold chain with the praying hands Young T destined for greatness that’s my alias Zoom off in the spaceship with my aliens Look at Lil' T from the cove I was 18 when I first laid down that vocal on the Pro Tools Trent said you got the whole juice Cook up that soul food Brasel You gone make it out for real yeah I was tryna make it fighting against the odds Car was broke down I was unemployed I was selling dope, charge after charge I knew I was slacking I was supposed to travel international Shows all across the world Yea yeah Look at lil t from the cove I was 19 when I dropped out of college and came back home I heard voices all around me saying they just doubt me Yeah You wasting your time There you go wasting your life But I could see it vivid in my dreams Making it out the basement Balling like I’m Naismith Cooking up the Cajun Jehovah spoke he said Young T destined for greatness Beam the homies up and we took off in the spaceship yeah Yeah, yeah Hallelujah, Amen Look ma I made it out the basement Look T he balling like Wilt Chamberlain Hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it Hallelujah, Amen Rosegold chain with the praying hands Young T destined for greatness that’s my alias Zoom off in the spaceship with my aliens