Lyrics:
had an idea
Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent
Instead went to Pop and gave him the print
Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse
Finally
wondered where the fuck was my dad
I was really down bad
Momma always working
Grandma bringing me to church
Not cause I was acting bad
I was going down bad
it up I
Have the junkies buy down
I be servin' chicken I feel
Like Church's right now
In that Rolls Royce
Bitch let the curtains come down
One of my
Panoramic Coupe no stressin
Walk in the church for the blessin
My money go long
Bitch catch it
Hit my line bout a hit
No texting
Snipers on the roof
I don't read the XXL
Tote the .45 to church, think I'm destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel
a mountain, an elephant or a mouse
Instead of stayin' and dying inside
Sometimes you move
Sometimes you ride away
Don't tell no stories
Don't tell no
heavy mane
Hit the club then leave the club
Then come come back with another chain
Mighty mouse is icy dog
Bart Simpsons just stoopid
Yellow blue
to Mickey Mouse)
Switch it
Whip it
Yeah
Let's go
Parties in the Hills (Hills)
That was overkill (kill)
I need Jesus in my life, depression on my
than Jenner
I am a don only f***** on 10'ers
She calling me baby, I cut the placenta
Open a trap catch a stain or whatever
Open a church, I might trap
know can hurt you in the darkness of the night
When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse
Tap-tapping ESC like a well-oiled machine
We live on the keyboard, no need for a mouse
GUIs are for the weak, not for a coding powerhouse
Our keys click in
God is great!
Ghettos, America. U.S. to the izzay
Killa in the citywide sprizzay
Where there's sunshine in the shizzade
Church won't pull him
a prayer
and it'll ease the pain you think Mouse before he died
at lease smile and said his son name I'd give anything
if I could hear my Aunt Gussie curse
drop three eighty baby
Multi-color carrot tee
My necklaces are heavy mane
Hit the club then leave the club
Then come back with another chain
Mighty mouse
trying to get your attention
Are you an engineer working on a farm?
Or a Casanova with a whole lot of charm
It might be a mouse living in your kitchen
I signed the paper, she signed below me
The judge said, "Married", she said, "Hold me"
Church bells started, as we departed
Straight into life we
to church, a sanctuary in my studio
Woah (Woah) he there the nicest
Sometimes you'd swear he psychic
Hypochondriacs keep away from laryngitis
(Germs) i stay
her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my
young
Mickey Mouse I got a white glove
So evil like church's in Boston
Vampires eat different type blood
That shawty a different type love
The kind where
I'm holy power mastering
And now a church I'm founding
Man a family man, astounding
Man a family man I'm proud and
Now
I'm a good man with a good plan
girl,
Who stucks on you
At the church?
For who you pretend?
For who you're playin' hard?
For what are you praying
With closed heart?
You fight for
Tell the world the truth, No! She wouldn't dare
It would sure provoke calamity with storming rage
Quite! Since the church demands a very good image
It
baseline is a church kid
Digging through snot rags to get pens from Mom's purses
So I could fill out outlines for pastor's sermons
And learn about how Moses
of the Christian way
In other words, what got the Christian church
What jump started the church, were these realities
Jesus died, he was buried
His tomb was
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