I ONCE WAS...
I once knew a man named Paul
He did everything anything
With his all
Tall men have to fall
Please heal my heart
No wait better, my balls
If you feel like walt
Then you better call Saul
Sit yo dumb ass down nigga
Or get to stepping
Bitch I'm repping heaven
Love is a weapon
My momma kept inside her sari
Talking dresses, not sorry
You get the message, Atari
You got some classes
The weekend is there for blessings
I'm pressing
Why do aliens appear at the start of Ezekiel?
Why do God's children murder people gays illegal?
No Jesus piece but I keep some gold my soul is regal
Don't free the beast cause that nigga make it far from peaceful
Bitch 666
Corrupt your rhythm
Switch which fist hit
Fuck up the system
We can fade if you wanna nigga
But once I was a pacifist
Now I just wanna skip my classes
Make sure my grasses hit
Pass the sin
Pass the devil counter clockwise
Passive grin
You massive maggots, I got hawk eyes
Finding God
Yeah, we can all fantasize
But it gets hard
To focus on bullshit when your
Grampa dies
Shoutout Paul
RIP
I do not believe in you
I don't believe in me
None these faggots is real
I pray these niggas will leave me be
I'm plotting on the reaper too
Why I ain't ever seen him
Recombine my DNA so I don't
Ever have to meet him
Bumping X, humping my ex
I kept myself depressed
Rubber sex
Like fucking nothing
I need another neck
Misunderstood
Like letters on the wall
I might piss on yo hood
I make wetter your car
And you is just a basic bitch
You wear Balenciaga's
I got on my Asics bitch
I don't need spend these dollars
You can try to race me bitch
In high school I was taller
Used to be an atheist
Fuck Yahweh and fuck Allah
I do not believe in you
I don't believe in me
None these faggots is real
I pray these niggas will leave me be
I'm plotting on the reaper too
Why I ain't ever seen him
Recombine my DNA so I don't
Ever have to meet him
I don't flee him
There ain't nothing but perception
Learned the lesson
From praying no answer had to cut the resin out the smoking
No more juicing niggas had to cut the pressing out ya broken
On a crucible it bigger brown with all the read it soak in
I could pray but would it do anything but make me feel helpless
None my intentions seem to make a difference in what my wealth is
Crushing my hope, I woke up in a dream where the flowers wilt
Rushing my art yo won't get cream if you drink up all the milk
