Lord catch my soul before i go to sleep I been talking to bitches that i do not mean I know i made her cry when she went to sleep Karma came back though But shit been good to me Kissed her by the church And then i went to leave Hail Mary catching bullets and couple passes All that pain built up That shit still last I am in new phases of my life I am still sinning Keep that cross and tec on me And pray to jesus christ Shes intrigued cause im acting nice But she respond faster when i leave her with thoughts at night I am in space When your gone I act like slim He get fucked over She get fucked over No face to crime Im in space When we dont talk at night Im in space I tried them drugs But i aint catch a flight I need quatum of solace Bottle it up Dont acknowledge