Lyrics:
mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers
Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie
Hungover
Death by a thousand cuts with your knife
You pack a punch but I'll put up a fight
Everything is better than my ex
So bad at love and even worse at (Ha Ha
Mother Is...
Eric Draven Interlude
“Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of children do you understand? Morphine is bad for, Your
somebody)
World without end
Listen
cnd the church now say amen (cnd the church now say amen)
ctonement is hard
But put in that work (ctonement is hard But
city, bitch, you know what's up
Don't make me take that ass to church, bitch
I don't give no fucks about you, take yo ass to church
I feel like I'm that
friend.
Or, to just stay home and kinda relax and hope that some of the kin folks will start dropping in.
Well, the church benches are too hard. And, that
Montréal Alouette in a church screaming Tabarnak!
Living in vain like gamma in Bruce Banners
Neck the manic panoramic planet smasher bastard catching wreck
the catch up heads up
Cats up there by the ketchup
Oh shoot didn't see ya
Like a ninja got some suave idea
Pent up agression so I spat it out
On the internet
X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
Can't be a slave on minimum wage
Tomorrow is another way
Can't go back to church
Hope my music saves
Random thoughts flooding my brain
Just here
Eric Garner in New York and then Baltimore
Look at Chicago with Drill
Music youngins they
Gunnin' and dying by the minute
Shout out to churches that
Deep
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
blocked up the divide
Took all insight, got over in spite, my heart saved by the rules, now I'm alright
Took the time to learn all the lessons of faith,
to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me
friends
Make some plans
I can get drunk on a Saturday night
And try to fall for someone new
But I'd just wake up hungover
Cursing the day I feel for
loving
Right, work it out this hard time, it all got me stop
Let my life pass me by, can’t get loving,
Right, work it all out this hard time, it all got me
church that's
Nestled in my mind
In the early part of May delta
Nights were hard to take
So we opened up the windows and the doors
The congregation sat
the worlds best father.
I hope, I live up to your example for my daughter.
I’ll never see you again, that’s hard pill to swallow.
Eternal peace in
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
Wanna pick up a mill when i check the mail
I remember looking at my mama crying
When she told me the news about eric dying
Don't believe it even to this
Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya
live better than ever
From this little country church
Hallelujah
for those who came before
through their hard work
God opened up the doors
This little
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts
Your body carried out the church
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse
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