Available Lyrics
Lil Shooty - Candle Light
(Course)
Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand nighas shooting crosses Ran up some bands, shot up out of town Now I'm with some bosses Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
(Verse 1)
I done got crossed out By the same people that done told me they love me I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you When you really didn't trust me You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business I pray that God clear me from that sin Cause I had to none of yo business You spoke on my name in some places Could've had a nigga gone for a long time But look at a nigha back home doing good Guess You tried at the wrong time Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy Sacrificing time for my daughter Ran through some money Couldn't keep a job Shit was really getting out of order My hands got bloody Trying to cover tracts Really I was making it worse Win one time then I lose twice Feel like a nigga got a curse
(Repeat Course)
(Verse 2)
They made my heart cold like a glacier I done got crossed out bout some paper I done got over dosed by a waitress I know my time coming I ain't waiting I know they down bad and they hating I'm on a level niggas wanna get on I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on Take out that nigga while he put the fit on My nigga still fighting cases I got my brother trying to lace me I know it's fuck me I had to face it Hey, I took flight Got niggas praying for they life I know the struggle ain't right Some of your family ain't right Where you was at when I was down Nobody ever paid me attention Now everybody come around Where you was at when I was in the trenches I got scares on my heart Got me watching my friends If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
(Repeat Course)
Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand nighas shooting crosses Ran up some bands, shot up out of town Now I'm with some bosses Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
(Verse 1)
I done got crossed out By the same people that done told me they love me I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you When you really didn't trust me You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business I pray that God clear me from that sin Cause I had to none of yo business You spoke on my name in some places Could've had a nigga gone for a long time But look at a nigha back home doing good Guess You tried at the wrong time Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy Sacrificing time for my daughter Ran through some money Couldn't keep a job Shit was really getting out of order My hands got bloody Trying to cover tracts Really I was making it worse Win one time then I lose twice Feel like a nigga got a curse
(Repeat Course)
(Verse 2)
They made my heart cold like a glacier I done got crossed out bout some paper I done got over dosed by a waitress I know my time coming I ain't waiting I know they down bad and they hating I'm on a level niggas wanna get on I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on Take out that nigga while he put the fit on My nigga still fighting cases I got my brother trying to lace me I know it's fuck me I had to face it Hey, I took flight Got niggas praying for they life I know the struggle ain't right Some of your family ain't right Where you was at when I was down Nobody ever paid me attention Now everybody come around Where you was at when I was in the trenches I got scares on my heart Got me watching my friends If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
(Repeat Course)
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Available Lyrics
Lil Shooty - Candle Light
(Course)
Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand nighas shooting crosses Ran up some bands, shot up out of town Now I'm with some bosses Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
(Verse 1)
I done got crossed out By the same people that done told me they love me I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you When you really didn't trust me You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business I pray that God clear me from that sin Cause I had to none of yo business You spoke on my name in some places Could've had a nigga gone for a long time But look at a nigha back home doing good Guess You tried at the wrong time Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy Sacrificing time for my daughter Ran through some money Couldn't keep a job Shit was really getting out of order My hands got bloody Trying to cover tracts Really I was making it worse Win one time then I lose twice Feel like a nigga got a curse
(Repeat Course)
(Verse 2)
They made my heart cold like a glacier I done got crossed out bout some paper I done got over dosed by a waitress I know my time coming I ain't waiting I know they down bad and they hating I'm on a level niggas wanna get on I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on Take out that nigga while he put the fit on My nigga still fighting cases I got my brother trying to lace me I know it's fuck me I had to face it Hey, I took flight Got niggas praying for they life I know the struggle ain't right Some of your family ain't right Where you was at when I was down Nobody ever paid me attention Now everybody come around Where you was at when I was in the trenches I got scares on my heart Got me watching my friends If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
(Repeat Course)
Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee) Murder on my hands They don't understand nighas shooting crosses Ran up some bands, shot up out of town Now I'm with some bosses Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
(Verse 1)
I done got crossed out By the same people that done told me they love me I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you When you really didn't trust me You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business I pray that God clear me from that sin Cause I had to none of yo business You spoke on my name in some places Could've had a nigga gone for a long time But look at a nigha back home doing good Guess You tried at the wrong time Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy Sacrificing time for my daughter Ran through some money Couldn't keep a job Shit was really getting out of order My hands got bloody Trying to cover tracts Really I was making it worse Win one time then I lose twice Feel like a nigga got a curse
(Repeat Course)
(Verse 2)
They made my heart cold like a glacier I done got crossed out bout some paper I done got over dosed by a waitress I know my time coming I ain't waiting I know they down bad and they hating I'm on a level niggas wanna get on I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on Take out that nigga while he put the fit on My nigga still fighting cases I got my brother trying to lace me I know it's fuck me I had to face it Hey, I took flight Got niggas praying for they life I know the struggle ain't right Some of your family ain't right Where you was at when I was down Nobody ever paid me attention Now everybody come around Where you was at when I was in the trenches I got scares on my heart Got me watching my friends If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
(Repeat Course)
