[Produced by Llesnar Sagrav]
[Intro] (2x)
My Jesus
My savior
Lord there is none like you
All of my days
I want to praise
The wonders of your mightiness
[Verse]
Sometimes I wonder why I stop praising the Lord in the morning
And the Psalm 23 is why I'm waking up yawning
But the Lord's still my shepherd
Meaning we all are sheep
And ain't no soul counting on me before they close their eyes and sleep
Sheesh
I forget about it after I'm downing that Blue Dream
Never ending smile once TC hits my bloodstream
My folks claim I've changed
On some penny, nickel, dime sh**
I'm spending pennies on every dime
I'm tryna penetrate thighs
Tell 'em to lie down
And to rate at the lies I 'crease
As I croon every Saturdays, Sundays
Hearing the Pastor preach
The reason why I came is to ask the Lord for forgiveness
For satisfying my "sinsation"
Well females have never contemplated anything of the swindle
Til that one girl maybe want it - introduce ceramics to pistols
Played some soothing instrumentals
Started using my mental
Thought, "They barely aim for art dudes
I guess I'mma let go."
If there was a word for fina**al rest though
There was a word for fina**al rest though
Love ain't really for art dudes
I guess I'mma let go
There was a word for finical rest though
And as far as me using the ganjur
It had nothing to do with me
Going along with the rosters
Cuz I stood far from perfect
Like God damn I ain't worth sh**
As clean as my IV maybe
One with the Earth and
I figure situations
No point in complaining
But usually I just face it
Head down
Almost faceless
Made attempts to be adjacent to the popular b**hes
From grade 6 to 8
Now I'm smoking on that grade A
Need a large faith from the holy book
Now I stay writing hooks
Am I wrong?
I used to think about stripping girls out of they thongs
Well f** it, sh** changes
And lately I've been contemplating my transformation
Like am I correct?
Used to be like "f** the world"
As if a brother erect
Playing broads without a cause
Is just a sense of defense
We're all gonna go to church
But in fear of being rejected
We need place in the world
That guarantees your protection
Attending Sunday service
You find yourself alienated
You must reside back in your basement
Ponder on situations
Sitting back
These b**hes are ungracious