L.T.B. - Heroin Cloud lyrics

I've been losing my temper a lot You could try to stop my pen from talking but you'd have a better shot at dismembering God Second thought it wouldn't be that hard All the parts are already separated and not working together at all Most of you should have stayed away from rap or pa**ed it by You shouldn't have a mic, if anything maybe practice writing You're gay and fake like a plastic dike s**ing on a pa**afire every night fall asleep watching magic mike Hiding what you did is like throwing gas on fire Swallowed up the rest of my guilt and consumed the last of pride Making the most of your life just to pa** the time Until you hear (doorbell) and your past arrives I've a reoccurring fantasy with Westboro Baptist A bubble bath, f*ggots, a happy family, a mattress Let me explain so you can see Shirley Phelps being charitable and giving out beds to the gay, homeless community Oh! You're so patient I don't know if Macklemore is shaking his head or giving a standing ovation Hopefully both at the same time Conflict of interest can be the reason you stay high Figuratively not litterararely How can we recycle lines that we've already written so carelessly? I am a heretic – heresy! I hide behind a veil of transparency Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud All your little gods, where are they now I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down Go to hell, that's what I said to the devil Whispered into his ear so I can tell that he's unsettled What percentage is mental When he starts talking music with me, he gets tied to a rock and some heavy metal (Till he sinks) to the bottom of the ocean to cool off You believe life started without God, and I do not Sometimes I view circumstances from birth like it ain't fair So he can sit at the bottom of a lake and stay there, in a restraint chair Walk up to his door, knock on it I don't want to be somebody that God damns, doggonit So I wait until he answers – “step into my office” I sit “Satan, what problems do you have with my sonnets?” He says “first of all, you do my work quite well So consider yourself warned that I've already braced myself God has / already written my tale You'll be watching your boat float to the top, while I'm watching mine sail But in the meantime, I want you to live a serene life Where you know of a suffering world, but you still sleep at night A spark you had, you have no intention to re-ignite And somehow deny not only God, but that he provides Jesus Christ; I'm really good at my job But don't you see? With you it's like I don't even have to try hard I mean my God, how much denial are you living in? Can't you see how f**ed up your idea of what a Christian is? Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud All your little gods, where are they now I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down Why do you keep trying John Wesley, you're never gonna make it This is between me and you and I didn't want to have to be the one to say it Wrong, it's between me and God, so all of you I wish peace be upon But you might as well a**ume you're playing God if you feel your creator just strings you along Then again I don't know, I've never been a part of your life so no And I for sure, am never going to get an opportunity to understand, I suppose So at my show if you're back five rows, yelling out loud this rap I wrote If we don't change lives, we're no longer a threat and this track that you're hearing could be the last I pose For a cover of a publication, have so much to say but my lungs are aching Change 16's to 100's, now you're talking my language and You can go to a booth and profess a love from Satan I profess love for the one responsible for constructing creation So let's put our hands together, those closest to d**h dance forever A girl, confused by a glance that the pastor sent her, wants to go to heaven and be the last to enter Whatchu gonna do when it gets real, finally running out of prescrips to fill Out of pot out of money, out of time, the ability to be living in denial is a vicious sk** Been there, done that, hear this, I ask Wear this, my mask – parents – why laugh Awkwardly, when I'm getting wordy, such a hypocrite, oh it just occurred to me I'm a parent, will I be racing to be erasing every album and lyric urgently If you rewind, every line how many times do you count that I lose my mind Just a single verse, started there, got here; don't know exactly what I accrue inside I'd rather not be able to find a plane in my imagination than to lose a train of thought You are out of your mind if you think I am going to pray anything other than “Thank you God” Haha, yeah, I'm on my h**ne cloud All your little gods, where are they now I'm sitting on the throne, and I'm tearing it down