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sawdust is the feeling of getting in the car
And getting ready to drive on a long roadtrip
I just really like the feeling of being able to be by myself

Iss Wayne
No Relation
So if you think that I should stop
Maybe get a job
Or open up a shop
By the motherfucken spot
Where them nigga out here robbin'

yes The Lord, I
Praise Him everyday
Open up the church
Cuz The Lord's amazing grace
When you feel a little hurt
Say these very words as you pray
Lord

going berserk
Blessing the beat like we at church
Fly like a dove stay with the merch
Thought the switch had a stutter by the way that it blurt
These new

Ollied off church steps
To a world that I don't know yet
Left my adolescence
Knew I had to make cents
In a world that doesn't make sense
Count up

I ain't been to church in a while but I guess I'm still feeling blessed
On a mission from god I still gotta fulfill his request
Lot of hate lot

and the street itself embraces at least
Three quarters sided by monuments, a church and streams, and streams of passengers
We go straight
Can't miss it
You may

the time, on every side, I feel bounded
By a filter
That I'm trying to tear, to tear, so I can reach her
So I can reach her

She's caressing my hand
My cock's

a barn with doors open wide
Kneeling in a church with a devil inside
Shaking hands with sinners raising hell with saints
Mom kept on praying while

You don't make up for your sins in church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit
I swallowed my pride and never seen it

the commotion
Swimming in a codeine ocean
I'm so sick of pills it never
Numbs the way I feel
I've been going in and I've been going out
I can't go to church they

Uh huh Yeah 
1-0-4-5-9 nigga  
 
It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga  
A church kid but in the streets I was a wiling nigga  
Know what you

I started as a kid and
Start doing bad it was good that time
But now it's hard I can't stop doing bad
I'm addict to bad but still don't get no sleep

think a lot
My beats bop, that is just a 808 for sod
Don't know about God
But fuck it I think I'll pay to God
Afraid if I step into church
I'll become

she can shake it fast
so much cash on me that the pigs wanna take it
i done cap so much that i stop eating bacon
i know you a freak i can tell by her

lotta of rappers are fake prophets, 
you can see by the fruit 
I got demons with me, arrows with me , 
please don't shoot
I brought the aces

I come out that north
Zoned off a perc
Because you feeling defeated
Depressed by the Fact
You ain't reaping no love
I remember I would grab up Kiara

tides
Go church just to make it feel fine
Pastor gonna preach me preachings
That he learned from the I's
Hold up
I can tell by the way you smile
It's been

Intro - Onyeka
(Twik a Badman)
(Its Onyeka cgain God!)

(Beats by Jayy yeah)
(cre we live Rafiki fiki)
(Listen yaaaah)

(Onyeka)
They say they like

i'm lonely and i keep em by
Battle with some choices
Of having to make some choices
Battles with keeping it quiet
Or me making noises
Battle with using

Yeah
At the border I'ma cross the line
Got the clearance from ya cousin Agent number nine
Gova gova goverment design
To many flaws go to church pour

to church on a Sunday
But they calling me in, What do I tell Padre?
No, I wasn't meant to obey
Looking back on my dossier
Pour the tea, we put on the kettle

As I'm roaming around hell
I'm seeing all my demons
I'm hearing the church bells
On the search for my grace
Like an angel that done fell
Realizing that

like my last
Swinging a punch to yo throat now stop crying
You got hit by a keraunos and that was not god bitch
Reign the 4052 with a ghostface mask