Questions [explicit] Lyrics - Genesis [explicit] - Domo Genesis

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Am I dreaming now, I can't tell the difference 

Is this mission God-sent or is it sacrilegious 

Am I running from the past or am I backwards sprinting 

Can I blast out all this sleep and just get back to living 

In my war, will God hate me for these rash decisions 

Or will he save me, know in my heart through this path I'm given 

I got so many questions but who am I asking, nigga 

I ask myself, what is it you really after, nigga 

Is it money, is it bitches, is it fame 

Is it pursuit of happiness if everybody knows your name 

Does this weed keep me from going clinically insane 

Are you really even living this image up in this game 

But what is you really saying 

You ain't really saving souls, is you 

You from nothing fam, you really think it's gold in you 

Are you built to keep that spirit in your soul with you 

Will you stick to it even if they don't roll with you 

I got questions 

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Just when you thought this life was just for your fun 

There's something there to tell you that you ain't done 

So I've got a lot of questions 

Cursing that you're on a mission, oh 

Just another dead man breathing 

Burnt out heathen, sipping syrup every week 

Doing powder every evening, popping pills to keep me even 

Since a nigga left school, seems it's death that I'm cheating 

So I'm speeding, fuck slow is 

Catch me anywhere the dough is 

Nowadays it's anywhere a show is 

Same [?] call me asking where a O is 

If you talking 'bout the edge, shit, I'm dancing on the closest 

If you talking 'bout showbiz, I don't know shit about it 

Start to fight, these other niggas crowd around it 

The rap game got me questioning my surroundings 

I got issues, so I'm counseling with the ounces 

My lump of problems seem to turned into a mountain 

Money in the mattress, never spoke to no accountant 

Nigga, all this finessing, God gave me a blessing 

Make it to Hell before me, just tell the devil I got questions 

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What's worse, fake smiles or not smiling at all 

You risk it all, asking if you hit the ground if you fall 

What if they don't love your dream and ain't astounded at all 

And when they say you'll never make it, will you doubt it at all 

You ain't ashamed to public answer to that drum in your heart 

Are you afraid to bring to light, what you've done in the dark 

Are you embracing what's becoming your part 

Are you complacent, can you face personal pain just for the love of the art 

I hope that you ain't let your momma down 

You wish that you was back in college now 

Do you feel dumb from all that knowledge now 

We bout them digits, yeah them commas now 

You wish you had some solids now 

Will they still love you if you not around 

Now are you using all your intellect, I mean no disrespect 

But are you capable to be they interest 

Are you afraid to let your dreams and life intersect 

I wanna know man, I ain't finished yet 

I got questions 

Don't stop, keep on living 

Can't stop, we ain't risen 

Wake up, check your vision 

Play until your time's up (I got questions) 

Give until your time's up (I got questions)