Nick Weaver - Good Lord lyrics

[Verse 1] One day We gonna shake up the fung shui Inner city shifting I'm drifting to pump brakes Some saints, come with guides For the recognizing that vibe Chain smoking on the side trench coat lunch break Gus Van Sant With a dash of Rembrandt Atlantic roller rink with the grown man stance Both hands plant down for the tomahawk jam Gotta a lot of plans splattering the collard green pan Big Easy sous chef Who's next Seers**er suit dress No socks two step Suplex anybody talking sweet like sucrex Overeas hostel with VHS bootlegs I got Chunnel vision, Euros on my credit card Metal march Prosthetic arm On the pot callin' kettles dark Let's embark Depart and roam At the bar alone Dipping marscapone Watching Barcelone Good lord, vaya con dios Used to be a pee on now I'm a Viacom PO We gon' open that sh** with the Saigon street smoke Opium den, we bout to tryin' on the fleece though, whoa… [Hook] Good lord Good lord Good lord Don't make me go and press record [Verse 2] At the airport playing lotto Looking like a hair model Aristotle with her brain, eyes like a clear bottle Clairvoyant term coining Antique zippo wilding Flipping time sand gla** in my hand by the hour Come count it, uh, show me all the features Steezed out breezy on the glaspar seat work Back yard sitting on the pasture in Easter With half a gla** of Riesling I'm natural afrodesin' Whoa baby whoa Cultivated by the flow Euro Coca-cola bottles tortellini on ya bowl Ya'll don't even sorta see me I'm a genie in the mode Hand carved Tongan tables Mr Pheeny on remote Good lord, aloha, Allahu Akbar Crock pot start looking like a 50's pop star Part Bond villain, at Von's chilling in Oxnard 'Bout to roll to Tofino with Eagles at the cross guard, boom… [Hook] Good lord Good lord Good lord Don't make me go and press record