Blanca

[Hook: CA$KETGIRL]
Where you goin', I pray that you get better
Holdin' on to this little golden sweater
When I see you, my heart gets shattered
Praying to the sky like, does it really matter

[Verse 1: S God]
Dear life, do you take joy in bringing pain?
'Cause I've noticed more and more with every second in the day
With every trip to emergency
Driving there with urgency
Having thoughts inside my head, "Is this the last of her I'll see?"
'Cause over the years she's gotten weak
It's hard not to notice it every time we speak
The life that she had inside my memory's depleting
I still remember times that we would sit down and be reading and
And how she used to make my food
We used to be closer than two papers being glued
And thinkin' 'bout it now makes me feel like I've been rude
Cause I don't come around as much and now I feel I'm viewed
As the bad guy
'Cause I've been selfish with my time
And maybe what I've done to some degree is like a crime
I could be here more 'fore the chance is really gone
And I regret not spending time with my second mom

[Hook: CA$KETGIRL]
Where you goin', I pray that you get better
Holdin' on to this little golden sweater
When I see you, my heart gets shattered
Praying to the sky like, does it really matter

[Verse 2: S God]
The nicotine has really, taken it's toll
Arthritis never been this bad, really effecting your bones
Your motor skills to walk at this point don't exist
And now I'm fearing for the worst every time you're sick
Will it be your blood pressure or your sugar that dips
Or an infection gone too far that medicine cannot fix
I don't wanna see you fade 'cause your soul is too beautiful
I don't know how Imma hold myself attending your funeral
No one thinks that I care but damn it it's gonna hurt
'Cause the unknown of death is something you don't deserve
But is it selfish of me to want you here for much longer
'Cause there might be a paradise for you conquer
It might make us be stronger, knowin' that you can prosper
I'll carry on your memory and live in your honor
So Imma make the most of the time we have left
Before the merciless hands of death commit the ultimate theft

[Hook: CA$KETGIRL]
Where you goin', I pray that you get better
Holdin' on to this little golden sweater
When I see you, my heart gets shattered
Praying to the sky like, does it really matter