Ea'alah (Family)

Joe Brooks, Eian Undrai Parker, Olu O. Fann, Ian Benjamin Welch

(Lord) I pray for my family
I pray about money, I pray about money (money)
I pray about B's
I pray it's all peace, I pray about B's
I pray it's all love
I pray about love, I pray about love
While smokin' my weed
While smokin' my weed (smokin' my weed)

While smokin' this big gas inside this motherfucker, dawg
Please Ashton pass when you don't then I'm appalled
Let this spliff bang to the Heaven, through the halls
From your bathroom stalls, we drop shit like sloth too
I'm 'bout to shake her loose, I got the Jigsaw saw too
Local beef at a barbecue that your momma threw
A few shots flew but it's cool 'cause he only caught two
News at 12, chanel 1-1 but ten minutes later we heard the drum
But the band they ain't playing 'cause it was Sunday
I pray for better days, maybe I'll make it to Monday
If you get up out my way
Let me look into the sun, 'cause I don't got no occupation
You can say I came from nothin' but I found my destination
On the daily empty stomach, they say I should take a break
But they can't break me off no money so with all it's just a phase
And the days continue comin'
You see what I'm made of
you see if I'm able, we'll see what I pray for

I pray for my family
I pray about money, I pray about money (money)
I pray about B's
I pray it's all peace, I pray about B's
I pray it's all love
I pray about love, I pray about love
While smokin' my weed
While smokin' my weed, while smokin' my weed (ay)

This one for the people in my corner, yo we finna own a buildin' (yeah)
And stand on the corner (yeah), with our children (yeah)
Teachin' them the angles, so they no stranger
To the shape of a million
shining 'cause we are brilliant (uh-uh)
Cut diamonds, chillin' on the fingers of the women we chose as they mommas
And don't make me kill for 'em, you could judge if you want
But I'll ride for mine, your honor
And leave it to the hand of the Designer (uh-uh)
She wear the Gucci to the trial, 'cause we good
And the devil always brandishing the Prada (amen)
She gon' take the stand to stand with me in silence
Judge throw us it and she gon' be a comma
See her face and I be calmer
I see her waist and I see what time was
That's why I can't let an hour past, without thinkin' on time we had
So when I get a minute I acknowledge that, facts

(Hello?)
Surprised you picked up
I know you've been dealin' with the world and all it's littles hiccups
I don't mean to bother you, well yeah, I kinda do
See we've been wrestlin' with this nasty plague, that's kinda like the flu
I ain't a doctor, I don't know, but I know rich folks dyin' too
And I know they gon' get they treatment first
when that shit gets approved, and that's some BS
You should've seen the panic on your kids' faces
In the grocery line clutchin' tissue up to our breast
If it's the end of days, end of times, then here's my last request
I pray for power and strike these cowards down and send 'em straight to You, that
Fear disappears and love brings again, clear and truth
for peace and healin' for all my past relationships with women
I ain't perfect go ask Satan, sometimes angels do the sinnin'
Pray my enemies and frenemies, stay up out my way
Unless they wanna see the pavement, I pray they don't have to pay
And I pray that all my sins wash away, okay

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