JANKY moral COMPASS

[Intro: Ray Vaughn] Yeah [Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling, falling [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up [Verse 1: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] I don't know my own strength, right? Yeah You get life or you live life, yeah A pity party on my calendar, yeah But how the fuck I get an invite? Yeah I put my demons in the front row, yeah Whenever somethin' don't sit right, yeah I could'vе died in a plane crash But I got too many missed flights Plеase don't wake me up 'cause I barely get sleep as it is Is my soul up for bid? I been doin' shit my Lord might forbid I'm a skeptic, this all might be rigged Everybody loses and nobody wins Everybody's perfect if nobody is I've been tellin' myself that the past few years Big-ass hands tryna hold back tears But who gon' hold me when shit gets serious? [Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling, falling [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up [Verse 2: Samara Cyn] I'm all in a delusion I can't move in, la-dee-da-dee-da Went to get some help, but when they tried, they couldn't lift me up I'm heavy, heavy Pick yourself up by the bootstraps, baby I ain't sheddin' no tear, I'm a '90s baby No pity, I'm petty I'm fallin' way too deep into this shit Bangin' that bitch, but the stick don't tick No more to bore on a night like this I'm sworn off liquor, just my mind like this Now fuck, sleep all day, keep emotions tucked If they smell fear, then the birds will come I was sixteen when a nigga fucked up I die for the feel, I live for the rush [Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling, falling [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up [Verse 3: Ray Vaughn] (Hit the van) Yeah Reminiscin' about Dairy Ave, I was tryna milk it anyway I can Hate the mirror 'cause it tell me who I really am I got a different tune, I got a different dance I'm tryna give a damn I'm eatin' out the pot I'm pissin' in, kickin' cans I had people stuck around me who couldn't stick to plan When my eyes closed shut, it's a vision plan Really, I'm a simple man I wanna live again But when your feelings go ghost, what you fillin' in? You know the silence get loud when you in your head And it keep tellin' me a coffin's a fuckin' bed Either way it go, I'm slippin' and I'm fallin' and I can't get up 'Cause when life got real, I was shown who wasn't Feel like no one love me, I can feel your judgment And my camp ain't workin', I do too much runnin' [Chorus: Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] Feels like I'm running, yeah, straight towards nothing, yeah Maybe I've broken my, my moral compass, yeah When I drive past Poly with no more good mornings, yeah Gotta pick myself up 'cause I could feel me falling and falling [Post-Chorus: Ray Vaughn, Ray Vaughn & Sydney Leona] I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up I ain't know my weight 'Til I had to pick myself up 'Til I had to pick myself up [Outro] Ray, call me back, nigga I just found out you got arrested flockin' them houses, my nigga? Who houses, like, who told, who gave you this idea, bro? Like You, you, you this, you this, you goin' through this much? That this how you feel, bro? Like, you gotta remember, bro, how you was raised, my nigga Keep God first, 'cause the pen' is around the corner And we miles away from Heaven Call me back, nigga