Off by Tony S. Lyrics

I got a follow through verses
I copped the lotto you purchased
I saw tomorrow proved worthless if brought sorrow to surface
I popped bottles in service as they throttled the hearses
In gray all of am searches, pray in all of the churches
For days all of us searchin
For praise all of us workin the bank
All of us learnin the way
To be out balling with greats
To be out fallin in change
The city callin my name
They with me hauling the game
Symphony hauled in the rain
When sins of me brought in the pain
Gettin into me I was out all strange, bending I wasn't me I was deranged