Jesus

Yo, I been feeling like an all-star I'm Ken Griffey in a sports car Or Steph Curry with the Porsche, dawg, nine eleven flying Through this motherfucking traffic, hear the motherfucking sirens So I flick the ash away and try to stuff the cash away Said I'd rather pass away or blast a K, than catch a case So the pills, I cascaded, down the hatch, evaporated It ain't to be sedated, way I see it, elevated I slide by on the shoulder, to the right side I'm quite high, see an edible, but it's bite sized I might fly, feel Incredible just like Bob Parr Accepting the inevitable, my life was so memorable No scale here is measurable to weigh out the pleasurable Things and expensive flings, they in my mind, so treasurable My conscious on a pedestal, raise it up and let it fall They sleeping on my ass, off that motherfucking Benadryl I'm diving in the deep end, but only for the weekend 'Cause my body takes a beating, wheezing while I'm chiefing Sleep is for the weak, and I ain't been in weeks, man My everyday life is like I'm motherfucking dreaming Repeat the sequence 'til my lungs stop breathing 'Til my heart stops beating, 'til my tongue stops speaking Believe it, they living in the pretense, don't need it Smoking on sativa got me dodging every defense Jesus (Praise the Lord) Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn I said Jesus (Praise the Lord) Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Jesus (Praise the Lord) Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn I said Jesus (Praise the Lord) Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Life is short, feeling like a sinner trying to praise the Lord Fuck all the assumptions cause I'm not the man they take me for Come down off my high, light the blunt and I get faded more Life's a bitch, so I'd rather die than fuck that crazy whore Riding in the whip, the Daytona straight from '84 Bumping on that Clipse, I'm the Pusha want an eighth or more? Now we headlining, me and Jaepy about to take a tour Remember days when we opened up like some Mercedes doors Pull up your bitch, tell her climb in that whip I just copped the new jawn with the 5 percent tint Lighting up an L (L) as we slide to the crib Get into the crib (Crib) and now she riding that dick Jordan Fours on me got me looking flyer than a bitch Hand me the lighter put the fire to my spliff Eyes wide, tweaking like I'm wired off a brick Floating in the sky, bitch, I'm higher than a blimp We on top now, come and see the compound And we got the squad out, about to shut the block down Said we about to rock out, all you see is pot clouds And the opps down, so it's like it's the perfect time to drop now, mhm Praise the Lord Amen Praise the Lord Uh-huh, uh-huh