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