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God Is a Woman
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micahel Booker Boston
Micahel Booker Boston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Dugan
Matt Dugan
Mixing Engineer
Tanner Camp
Tanner Camp
Mixing Engineer
Brady Schwenter
Brady Schwenter
Mastering Engineer
MKY Beats
MKY Beats
Producer

Songteksten

Mold my like it was playdough Build me up just like some legos Break me down from every angle Swear that imma be okay though Halos never make the angel Fight through Hell to get to Heaven Get some top from all my demons I can tell you that's a blessin' You infectious, I'm infected By your presence, every second And If it kill me then you right then i'll probably let it I don't have to find a reason Sippin' on some European With a freak bitch Say she Indonesian Really? I don't see it But Life a vivid image Don't blink twice or you might miss it Gifted Excellence, I piss it Intuition in my blood just like syringes No position For the sky to be the limit Baby I don't want no love if it's comin' from a distance So I'm done with all that modest shit Spit a verse so dope that you probably need a fuckin' tolerance Pride in pressed pills but I still can't even swallow it My ego big as all my fuckin confidence And ain't nobody stoppin' it Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody I can't trust a soul I can't trust nobody Turn me Burn me I love when you hurt me Heavens gates are line with blunts and you can bet them bitches pearly Destination turn to journey pop it for me like a Perkey Only good die young that means I don't gotta worry If nothin' last forever I want you to be my nothin' Got this feelin' in my stomach that we might just kick the bucket I'm like fuck it Press the button Self destruction Everything I never wanted, I've become it No strings attached and I'm still a puppet
Writer(s): Micahel Boston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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