歌词

I've been a little agnostic Fuck who be tryna come stop this Popping a pilly and prospering Following various doctrines I just been living in darkness Opposite side of the god sent Tryna partake in the blossoms But I've been sniffing the Gosling Since my homie caught the ghost, momma Funnel flour to my nose, momma I hate the feeling when it goes, momma I wish I knew I wish I'd known, momma My dopamine ain't worth my soul momma My dopamine ain't worth my soul momma I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first Hope I make a mill first I've been a little agnostic Fuck who be tryna come stop this Popping a pilly and prospering Following various doctrines I just been living in darkness Opposite side of the god sent Tryna partake in the blossoms But I've been sniffing the Gosling Figure it out, boy Thicker than all of my doubts, boy Fornicate up on the couch, she Show me whats under the blouse, boy Bad bitch to keep bad things from penetrating my mind But eventually I gotta face the gat I gotta face the barrel of my nine I been tryna find a bit freedom but I cant seem to freeze my time So I iced the watch and got chains to stop all the progress made up inside, aye I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first Hope I make a mill first Sunrise open up shop I pray dear lord art thou in heaven be Good to a nigga like me, I talk my shit but look at my pedigree Sometimes I feel like someone else should be here instead of me How young nigga from the south-side make it out in Beverly Icebox where my pressure be Blessings came with no recipe Best friends became dead to me Sick of saying "rest in peace" I might close my eyelids Smoke this dope in silence I don't know much about guidance God said "trust" and I might provide it, damn Way back trap phone vibin' 19 when I graduated to a side kick Chief so much fucked up my sinus Indica but I might cop a hybrid, yeah These days I'm inviting some hard truths and acceptance is harder to grasp Some things just dont give me the same feeling Can't explain it so dont even ask Follow intuition don't put your heart on the dash Know your worth, know your cost Take care of yourself Don't hide behind any mask I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first I might close my eyelids What about a little bit of guidance I might fry my sinus Blind to what the sign is Tell me what a thrill worth Tell me what these kills worth I might give away my soul Hope I make a mill first Hope I make a mill first
Writer(s): Isaac Piccolo, Sebastian Busse, Sylvan Lacue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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