No More Tuesdays Lyrics

What's done is done, no turning back, you made your bed

And now boy, you better lay in it, huh

Won't born born a saint, still ain't a saint

But I still pray for better ways and I pray better times

Lord, please give me guidance

My mind filled with violence

Please remove my enemies

Even if they a friend of me

Can't express just how I'm feeling

My mind been spinning like propellers stuck up on a ceiling

Thought it was love, you know I wanted to see you winning

But now we've reached a point where I might never see you grinning

You gotta tell me, is it pride? Is it pain? Is you spoiled

See, we've been through the dirt, mud, and oil

A dog ain't only there just to kill for you

Cause you can give him consequences and he still loyal

My bro said it'll heal, just give it time

But mixing pride with a grudge end at 99

And if I'm wrong, I'll apologize every time

But I ain't begging for forgiveness, less your name is God

One type of real, fake come in all kinds

If you my dog, I'll warn you before we cross lines

Things different now, niggas on they own time

But if we never speak again, I hope you're doing fine, for real

What's done is done, no turning back, you made your bed

Now, boy, you better lay in it, huh

Won't born a saint, still ain't a saint

But I still pray for better ways and I pray better times

Lord, please give me guidance

My mind filled with violence

Please remove my enemies

Even if they a friend of me

I know things took a turn for the worse

And I'm partially to blame for that

Still love over here though

Forever my brother