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ty brasel - praying hands (remix) lyrics

[chorus 1: ty brasel, choir, both]
yeah, yeah
hallelujah, amen
look ma i made it out the bas-m-nt
look t he balling like wilt chamberlain
hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it
hallelujah, amen
rosegold chain with the praying hands
young t destined for greatness that’s my alias
zoom off in the sp-ceship with my aliens
(hallelujah, amen) x4

[verse 1: ty brasel]
look at lil’ t from the cove
i was 13 with a proposition to cook up the stove
i could see the future it was international we flown
i saw lights blinding they knew all the words to my songs
i was stage diving then i sign my name on they clothes
mama watching from behind me, backstage with my folks
i could see it vivid in my dreams
then it turn to smoke
nightmares haunting me constantly
coming me for me most yeah yeah
look at lil’ t from the cove
i was 16 when my first homie
got murdered in the cold blood
hold up, lil’ t it’s a cold world keep your eyes open
devils keep approaching provoking
will i be next, my paranoia keep controlling
jehovah spoken he said, young t
destined for greatness that’s the chosen
angels speak to me like mary joseph
they singing hallelujah
i say amen with praying hands, aw yeah

[chorus 2: trip lee]
hallelujah, amen
look ma i made it out the bas-m-nt
don’t let the jersey fool you bruh, i ain’t playing
speed off in my sp-ceship with my aliens
hallelujah, amen
look ma i made it out the bas-m-nt
don’t wait for my downfall, i can’t land
bumping jesus musik in my grey sedan

[verse 2: trip lee]
aye, look at young trip from the d
still in high school when i signed a deal in my teens
some tried to change my plan, but i ran full steam
i just couldn’t let it go, my nicotine kind of dream
can i get a amen, yeah, yeah
aye, pick this up on your antenna, hey man
young t’s a rookie, i guess i’m a veteran
outchea reaching for my goals, like the sp-ce jam with my aliens
hey, coach, i want to play
put me in the game i feel like i’m a shot away
oh, oh, oh, me no disobey
trippin in the kitchen finna whip up a souffle, yeah
aye, i might give me a trophy
our, our captains’ gone but he’s reigning remotely
i’m sweating like it’s game seven, double ot
ty sent this record, i sent back a praying hand emoji, hallelujah

[chorus 3: ty brasel & trip lee]
yeah, yeah
hallelujah, amen
look ma i made it out the bas-m-nt
look t he balling like wilt chamberlain
hot stove cook up the dope come and taste it
hallelujah, amen
look ma i made it out the bas-m-nt
don’t wait for my downfall, i can’t land
speed off in my sp-ceship with my aliens

- ty brasel lyrics

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