Angels With Dirty Faces

Social Club is the best

Martymar is back

[Martymar]

Yea

He asked me if I was happy with my life

I couldn't tell the truth

Cause last night I felt like my nightmares were coming true

Walk into my own funeral with a suit

All black everything

The darkness is the proof that I'm fading

Should I go back into the image I was a made in?

Rappers shake my hand but deep down I know they're hating

It's hard to be happy for the guy who just made it

All the while the reason why I left is cause I hate it

Feels like I been through everything

Good, bad, ugly

And if you knew everything, would you still love me

Baby you could tell me

I'm calling up my parents on the phone

They can't help me

I haven't slept in days it's not healthy

Plus I'm tryna act fine, it's really not helping

Yea

Ok maybe I just need to get away

You can only see it leave you can never see it stay

I'm tryna make it count so either way, I'm good

I wish that everything would go back the way it should

It's like I gotta be perfect because it's normal

But if you're not perfect they will stone you

[F.E.R.N]

This is different music

If you listen to it

Then you'd know that our aim is more than influence

Social Club is the movement

But our God is the focus

Sound doctrine my friends but the method is dopeness

Ferny, powerful music

They saying Fern slow down, bruh you speeding baby

I'm in the HOV with my wife and baby

I feel different inside, I look back and think

My passion much richer when I rhyme for Him

I'm just a regular person

But It's amazing how I spit out these irregular verses

I'm just saying it's no pressure, I been rhyming

The old rookie who bakes cookies and wears diamonds

I'm diverse

It's no problem, it's so easy

I'm this ill, it's this real so please believe me

And this the flow that the master done blessed me with

I'm more than honored, I'm the vessel blessed benefits

All bestowed upon me, Lord right beside me

Cause I'm living for the Father I ain't going high in, uh

And let me be a blessing to my daughter

Double-digit unemployment, man we headed to the slaughter

But you can see me catch it in the clouds

When the father call me home

When I hear that trumpet sound, you'll see

Say you can see me catch it in the clouds

When the father call me home

Boy, I'll hear that trumpet sound

This is different music

If you listen to it

Then you'd know that our aim is more than influence

Social Club is the movement

But our God is the focus

Sound doctrine my friends but the method is dopeness