Lyrics:
cursive so the Portus can take me serious
Damn I'm feeling delirious
Living in this insanity
Filled with anger and sorrow and the pain will prosper tomorrow
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
broke and I couldn't have it
Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
Rode around Nashville for three hours
Listenin' to beats, waitin' for the magic
Swung by
not sing because
It has an answer
It sings because it has a song
Maybe my songs are songs
And my microphone is pointing God's finger
Maybe I'm a prophet
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heaven and earth shall own
no peer
And if this song was the blues, you'd be sheddin a tear
Like a baby, maybe I shoulda held back
Some of you look shocked, I guess you couldn't
And I find this very undeniably confusing
As their slandering my name for something
I am not, oh well fuck em, better things to
Do like this song I am
bullshit contention
Ceasing and releasing to provide pro prevention
While I lock you up inside this detrimental detention
Convinced by charismatics in this
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
still a doubter, but we’re just getting started
So let me be the one to tell you this ain’t for the faint hearted
And by the time this song is over I
and revive
Vibranium black don't crack
And those feeling despised
By they own kind, we kindred in our spirits aligned
Like Jordan they want our mind our price
the taking
A story foretold by the child of prophecy
To reclaim his throne as the prophets king
The ides of march will trace
The lament of a forgotten race
not afraid to preach His truth
We exposing you
Won't let them talk how they wanna
Posted been by the corner
You claim to lead your flock
You not no
o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing
For lo! the days are hastening on (hastening on)
By prophets seen of old (prophets seen of old)
When with
in
I'm the investment
Bitch
Yeuh
I can't understand why you hate
Let the music talk
And that shit set you straight
How I tell it
I'm a prophet
gifts to Him
The Herald cngels sang the song
Of peace good will to men
The Savior prophets wrote about
Had come to us at last
We celebrate on Christmas
or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm
of strange songs
I went my own twisted way
Mocked by the world
Feared by the righteous
But always where I wanted
Now that all has changed
will to men
From heaven's all gracious king
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing
For lo the days are hastening on
By prophets seen
the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
SnapBack
I'm waiting for niggas to snap back
But instead these niggas be dissing my name
But act like the ghost on Snapchat
Like, post another song, I
of getting where I want to be by walking 'round it
When I fucking struggle, they love saying "Write a song about it"
Then saying "Cheer up"
This is my struggle
myself
Why else do I stay home
Up late and make songs
If I don't make a peso
I'm still grateful I gave no less
Than my all
I been in arrogance
Bandaging my
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