Lane-Harry x Ike Campbell - Jesus lyrics

[Intro] I'm-I'm Jesus [Pre-Verse] Doing shots of gasoline, smoking cigarettes Wearing white branded Tee's, diamonds on my neck Money in my hand dollar sign tryna horoscope us Bar full of hennessy, lungs full of flying lotus [Verse 1] I can talk the talk six shots got me Johnny Walk it Living like a movie. Go pause it and absorb it Crazy how these girls went from messaging ignoring To jumping on my dick since my wallet went morbid Instagram the day read reviews from hipster critics Now the world is ours like 60 minutes Say "I love you" & "I'm widdit let me hit it" Then wake up in the morning like "b**h I'm f**ing kidding" Ain't nobody f**ing with me man Like a Jonas Brother with HIV damn Hello world! Sunlight yeah saw me sober Now I'm at the pub scoring four leaf clover, I told ya Lane & Ike, so apocalyptic New lords like "f** Scott Disick" Immaculate dress, so heaven sent Love & Terror Cult, the new testament [Hook] We formed a new religion f** the world, is our only mission Don't need your permission God forbid I'm already forgiven Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus [Verse 2] Drunk as f** drank barcardi screaming "f** Cops!" Cooler than Frank Sinatra's prison mugshot High as f** marijuana got me bloodshot Cooler than Frank Sinatra's prison mugshot Switching lanes, swerving positions Can't put me in a box or rectangular prisms Don't care who you are. f** authority I Don't give a f**: Pam & Tommy Lee More awkward than jokes from your drunk dad Driving round Miami screaming "f** Lads" Now radio stations want me in their conversations If I wanted a song for radio I would've made one If you don't like it then f*ggot don't buy it When it comes to your sh**, I'm Adele tired So sick of these pricks getting oh so offended Futurama flow, I'm fly get bended [Hook] We formed a new religion f** the world, is our only mission Don't need your permission God forbid I'm already forgiven Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus Yeah I'm Jesus [Bridge] My mind bleeds pain, my pen pours sorrow I'm all up in your face b**h, Fred Hollows If she born in 94 she get that foreplay f** her and leave her, two faced, Edward Mordrake Lane-Harry baby, can I get a f** yes? b**h I'm in the building you ain't even at the front desk New Jesus, thank you, y'all praise us Everything I spit is just dinosaurs & lasers Money talks so I'll continue talking Started from the bottom mean the streets of Auckland Odds are in my favour but I bet I won't f** everything. k** Everyone Love & Terror Cult [Outro] I'm Jesus