fromapastlife ft. Marco Hernandez Lyrics

So here I am stuck, quill dripping the ink

Leaving blots on the page just as quick as I think

I ain't stock full of rage, more so shelving the things

That bring peace to the membrane

Remembering

What I seen in the last game

Think there was this dame

Can't recall her last name, but the end game was that she had my ass stayin

Praying for another fast lane, need her laying in my bed this eve

She's the recipe, and was so fine next to me

Baby, you look so fine

Baby, baby, I'm glad you're mine

Lately I've been questioning past life regressions that I have during sessions and they be resembling

The same old crossroads

I think I lived it 80 times, the things that Kenny Moss knows chip away at my mind

This lady had a small rose, I swept her up with some rhymes, or lines of some soft notes

Depending on which life this time, seems that my shadows have grown

Some pleasant while some just brung hurt

Some are lessons one can't unlearn from the summer

Some are blessings but better blessed under the covers and none of the above's her

Let's just say that I'm glad that she's my lover

Baby, baby, I'm glad you're mine