Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
(yeah)
l know this road yeah
I see it when I drive
I see it in the water when I dive
They stole your gold
Don’t let them tell you lies
Open your eyes
Don’t
the sorrow
I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through
the sorrow
I'ma sleep on what you said and holla back tomorrow
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through
just wanna stand by Jesus, see his face, I don't need my fortress
A Saint General, but I'm no better than the average sinner
Can I stand on top
rap about it
That's like self-snitchin'
Notice I don't talk about too much Crip shit
Everybody already know I'm Crip
A nigga play, I'ma get him hit
hype
We don't preach the gospel for views
We just do it cause it's right
See the gospel, we're bringing it back
Bring it back to it's roots
You know that
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
Do you push him away?
Judge him down till he leaves?
Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees
Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs
is the first time y'all meet me. You see what I'm saying? Don't think you met me before, ok. And as I grow, you're going to meet me a little bit more.
One Saturday night in a barroom a gospel singer walked in
And bravely she red from the Bible and begged them to turn from the sins
Oh come into Jesus
the words I write
Can they see Jesus in the way that I live
Do they turn and walk away
Or do they give their hearts to him
Do I persuade them to believe
What
and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD)
("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers)
("What you
The lines have become so blurred until we got gospel singers singing secular music and secular singers singing gospel music
And preachers looking
first birds
Now we gon see my son take his first words
And um, absurd, I ain't want to be no singer ma
I just wanted eight carrots on your finger ma
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
disastrous
Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
I won't
game, He just gave me a turn
Pray for a sign and I let Him confirm. Living forever. I don't gotta wish
You got the chance, you don't wanna miss
God take
make him turn him to a singer (brrr)
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seen him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In
'em up
I don't be givin' a motherfuck, red dead bodies in this truck, time to get another truck
This is my last time, sicker than the ass virus
It's
Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole Se’ Un Gbogbo
(Only Your Power,
Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole Se’ Un Gbogbo
(Only Your Power, Can Do All Things)
Sebi’ Wo Lo Rin Lori’ Ji
(You Are The One Who Thread
Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole
Shit, hood gospel, hood therapy
Lot of niggas go through shit
Niggas don't ask, they okay
Niggas go through this shit in silence
I know my brother
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