N. Michigan Gospel

[Chorus: Aidan Ostby] Who do I take my broken pieces to? I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid How do I justify my peace to you? [Verse 1: Swank] Ayy, I feel some pressure been takin' over I been so sick of lookin' over shoulders I been on a coaster, thoughts are goin' up and down All my enemies always stuck around, but my circle gettin' smaller Each day, I'ma shoot my shot of ballers, Steve Blake I'ma fight for every dollar, sweepstakes Feel the shock, I need a collar I don't gotta chase my mind, I feel high everyday, I'm fine If I lie, why the fuck I write? To shine timе in some potent lines And go glidе on spoken rhymes I'm gon' ride, put the car in drive And pray life ain't backwards Good days come after, minutes gon' matter My head's in Saturn, can't live in a pattern Brain gon' splatter [Chorus: Aidan Ostby] Who do I take my broken pieces to? I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid How do I justify my peace to you? [Verse 2: Sam Paulino] I wonder if I spent all my life in love with magic And how to make it happen The irony is tragic It's an all out war disaster Oh God, certain things you can't imagine My boy 17 with an Arizona tee Drowning in the lights, camera, action In a world full of fake plastic trees I feel the pressure been buildin' a star in the makin' It's all fun and games 'til it's all for the takin' It's off with your head if your offense lazy So often I'm pressed and depression is crazy I roll solo dolo, my vision is blurry My windows are shattered, my engine is breakin' So close to the edge and it feels so amazin' So pick up the pieces, I'm over this shit [Bridge: Sam Pauliino] This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted Back on road, no lookin' back on what we started If I had to go, it's weighin' heavy on my conscience You can pick up all my pieces in the morning This feel like the end of everything I ever wanted Back on road, no lookin' back on what we started If I had to go, it's weighin' heavy on my conscience You can pick up all my pieces in the morning [Chorus: Aidan Ostby] Who do I take my broken pieces to? I don't think I can fix a broken piece of you If I hid away, you'd find me anywhere I laid How do I justify my peace to you?