Thank God

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Daxton Aris

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I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for the final fuckin'
God damn mission
Let's get it
I've been, I've been, I've been I've
I've been fuckin' losin' my mind
Thinkin' maybe it'll be better if I die
Cause my clock tick
But it don't tell time
And the life I live
Well the life ain't mine
Huh
Open up the book with the black magic
Where the pray on, seance, demon dances
Devil isn't good at giving second chances
Smoke fly, so high, flames are dancing
Black widow
Black black widow
I'll weave a web up in the back window
Charlie Daniel's don't play that fiddle
When a mothafucka like me
Psycho, simple
Apocalyptic, and narcissistic
When you summon a soul
And it's so sadistic
Overdose on that sin
And sit in
Boiling water
In the devils kitchen
Ever felt like you crazy baby
Ever felt like you crazy baby
Ever felt like you sick as hell
You got sickle cell
And you shady lately
My life, ya, my life
And lately I don't feel right
I see them shadows every night
The devil want me
Pay the price
Drinkin', smokin', getting' high
Take a pill, I'm feelin' fine
Say these words
My words divine
Might put them in the bible, fine
Spit these hexes, take a picture
Don't record it, do not listen
Crucible be superstition
F*ck it, verse 1 cause Ignition
I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for the final fuckin'
God damn mission
Let's get it
I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for the final fuckin'
God damn mission
Let's get it
I've been, I've been, I've been, I've been
I've been thinkin' that I should have died already
Cause the way that I live, got my mind unsteady
Wanna click, clack, bang, till my mind confetti
But the god that made me, just wont let me
Pop and oxy, wobble, wobble
Take a swig right out the bottle
Ku De Gra, I lost the lotto
Devil want me, sorry Tonto
Back for the money, and the bitches dawg
And I spit like a gun, a Kalashnikov
It's apocalyptic when I kiss the stars
And I'm constipated, my shit go hard
Burry me with 30 bitches
Curse us all with voodoo magic
Dig my hole
And pick my casket
All my shit still mine
Can't have it
Shows to a crowd of people
Played shows all alone with no one to see it
Ok
Gone state to state
It was a make or break cause you don't sell
You don't eat that evening
What chu know bout life
Have you ever had to sleep outside
In the cold with a broken mind
You ain't supposed to cry
Nobody look into your crystal eyes
So instead you just crystalize
I've been through hell and back
I've been to jail for the way I act
Hang a flag for the shit I rap
So goddamn I laugh
My life got a little off-track
Honestly, I should have died a while back
Damn
Happy, sad and fuckin' angry
Optimistic, fuckin' lazy
Superstitious, fuckin' crazy
How you doin? Gravy baby!
I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for the final fuckin'
God damn mission
Let's get it
I've been fucking busy
What the hell, you think I fell off?
(Think I fell off? Na)
I've been working on a plan in the lab
Say thank god
Thank God, thank God
You was thinkin' I was down for the count
You were way wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong
I was there when the scripts got written
Now I'm back for the final fuckin'
God damn mission
Let's get it
I've been, I've been, I've been, I've been
I've been thinkin' bout my life a lot
If time ain't real, then what's a clock
I've paid my dues, but what it cost
My mental health need help, my god
Thinkin' bout the time in life, when I found the mic
And I write by candle light
Sip this wine, and write my rhymes
It's OxyContin dinner time
Back to the, back to the
Back to the basics
Back to the black in the bedroom basement
Back to the fucked up faded faces
Back to the court, cause a kid got cases
Back to the couch of my fuckin' homies
Back to the floor, cause I'm fuckin' homeless
Back to the job, get fired, focus
Walk six miles home, ain't jokin'
Back to the crack shack
Everything I ever might needs in a backpack
Weed in a gas mask
Liz got a fat ass
Yeah
Cum up in the pussy
And I leave feelin' badass
Baddest motherfucker on the planet
Dammit
Look into the mirror
Can't stand it
Vanish
Gonna overdose on a camera
Candid
Can't walk, can't talk, can you manage?
Widow, and I'm so sad
(yeah)
Put me in a box with a bitch
And a toe tag
Devil is so glad
Gonna die anyway, don't bother with a coat rack
Touch my gonads
Cause the afterlife, might have no ho's there
Whisky, weed and oxycodone
Kinda think that I'm fuckin' broken

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