The chase has ended At the very beginning cannot run away from the plain pain cannot fly away with an airplane cannot get away from the migraine cannot
saturday is here and you're not. anywhere to be found. you're not under my bed, you're not at my window seal. i tried your call. i tried to chase you
fall As I've stumbled on the field (Sister mine Death's a certain thing) Find myself in darkest places Find myself drifting away And the otherworld The otherworld appears Find myself
stumbled on the field Find myself in darkest places (Sister mine) Find myself drifting away (Death's a certain thing) And the other world The other world appears Find myself
feel what I'm doin' is wrong So It's better to be pissed off than pissed on It's better to stack big wads, then get coins So I chase Money myself and
found me Chase my feelings around, my thoughts runnin' free The heart catches things that the mind's eye won't see And I'm not nearly as blind as I thought
telling you its killing you It's drowning you, it's spilling you over (What's tried is torn) I thought you knew how, To chase away the demons of blind
me from my future You have your whole life behind you now Depravity, is what you'll find I am blind to the darkness in myself No longer able to control
God of this world Satan blinded my mind From seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of God But then a miracle happened We-we call it conversion He opened the eyes of my blind
ground life tested me but god blessin me ever since chase ball to testimon from a jail have a job to testimons I have find myself clear mind myself fuck up the grov I got a blind
no more Now I been off in the cut I wish I knew from the git Plenty money on the table But this thang is a bitch And can't see nothin See you blind as
Gate Took they own life, they tried to get away Rather be in outer space And the cold thing about it: what if they was right? And we was too blind to
in proverty I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavor like craig with my third eye I cried Shed tears in the mind for being blind
of wings I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings. How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings Lost in the dust of the chase
to things that we own They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame Slave to the
Have you ever had the time to see, me and you could change to be Take a dream away with you live it now and you will see Found myself on an open road
got too much to prove would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground bitch, I get it up myself