Lyric Mama, Moses And Me

Warn on confusion man said, I m spilling all my seeds.
Pulling the trigger slow on my ignition tree.
Losing my aim I stain, leaving life on my pillow.
Watching the colors run all down my totem pole.
Holding my own again, it s just mama, moses and me.
And everything s in my hands, it s just mama, moses and me.
I m on holding, it s good disease.
I could of swore to you I didn t give a...
9 dollars isn t much, but it s more than enough.
The cure is easy, I can fix this one myself.
And when I m here I don t need anybody else.
Holding my own again, it s just mama, moses and me.
And everything s in my hands, it s just mama, moses and me.
I m on holding, it s good disease.
It ain t the same. I gotta get some strange.
Bruising myself until victory is mine.
I don t need you here to take you from behind.
Stealing a vision now, I put you on my shelf,
Where I can have you better than anybody else.
I m going blind again, it s just mama, moses and me.
Everything s in my hands, it s just mama, moses and me.
I m on holding, it s good disease.
I m on wallow in good disease.
I ain t wearing, I don t need this, I don t want to try.
I m too tired, the gears are gnawing me dry.