Final Hour

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Put me in the ground lay my dirt with pavement Six feet under seems the only place people make it I secluded myself in my own world Feeling like a prisoner in my own cell Nobody checked in on me, the reality of my life was seen Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Once upon a time, I was worried bout likes and fans Nowadays I'm just worried bout my own lifespan I thought I was your only fan, I often wonder if you just pretend Do I succeed? Do I make it? It's up to God now, he said I'll make it Will I succeed? Will I make it? It's up to God now, he said I'll make it.