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作曲和作词
Dylan Alexander Phillips
Dylan Alexander Phillips
词曲作者
Jacob Horenburg
Jacob Horenburg
词曲作者
Jonathan Keith Randle
Jonathan Keith Randle
词曲作者
Mykael Velez
Mykael Velez
词曲作者
Nate Rose
Nate Rose
词曲作者

歌词

Yeah ok
Mary had a little lamb
And He the reason I'm the goat
I wanna learn to walk on water
Yeah I just wanna buy a boat
I know I've always had a problem just doin what I'm told
God sneezed in my face boy this a different kind of cold
That's cold I'm callin the police
If you a dog than I'm Goddard bark bark
Don't even bother I left the dark side and met my father
Yes
It turns out that I'm a Skywalker
I get them hands high without a chopper
Brrr
Dummy
The whole tribe goin Kirk and I ain't talkin Franklin
Nah
Life put me in the dirt and I forgot to thank him
Thank you
Cause then it led me to the church and I don't mean a sanctum
These boys ego titanic think it's time I sink em
Yeah I lose it I drink lucid
You couldn't cancel me you didn't choose me
Said it's impossible I'm Tom Cruisin
They swingin low but I got no contusions
Heard Lucy cryin that boy Jon abusive
I put my ten thousand hours in heard twenty thousand no's
But I came back from every one of em with forty thousand flows
To serve a hundred thousand fans with just a handful of my bros
There's some things you can't control
And I've accepted we've been chosen
This is special
They try to take the fest from us like Danny Ocean
We just walkin tall while pride and ego got you more like Dan DeVito
That's really short
When life get foul you never get to take a single free throw
But I'm gon chill out on the bench if y'all repayin evil with evil
I Evel Knievel over the B S
Some people in my contacts that I ain't ready to see yet
Cause I'm still workin out how I can work on my resentment
Hit me low below the belt ain't comin back without protection
Where's my cup at
Little Caesar keep the verses hot n ready
Tribe full of beasts they found us wandering the Serengeti
My knees are weak and my palms sweaty
At Holy Smoke the fans throw up they hands like eatin Marshall's moms spaghetti
Ri ri ri ri ri right below the belt belt belt
Yeah belo below the belt
Lowblow
Okay
Christian but I isn't no political figure
Made in Yahweh's image I don't fit in your picture
I don't
I grew up where cops pull up and call you a ni—
So I can't pretend that a party got my interests considered
Look I'm a family guy I turned a saint from a sinner
But if you disrespect lil baby
Pow right in the kisser
Pow right in the kisser
I don't earn my Stripes I look a little like Tigger
T I double G er
They used to put me down but now I'm pick of the litter
I pick up a pencil a pen and then I pen an epistle
Officially I left the tree alone like switching to Kindle
I thought in 2021 I hit my biggest potential
Then it tripled guess my faith was just a little too little
A mustard seed is what you need huh
Little livin water plus the sun will grow a tree huh
Obedience be the fruit and Putin even bow a knee when Jesus come through clouds and breeze
Yeshua is more correct if I perfect the exege
What y'all thought this was
Indie tribe wasn't gonna come off the top rope and drop a album upon your head top
You buggin
It's four horsemen
I'm the Saddleback runnin up on you like a stampede
Just when y'all thought we was down
Y'all turn your back on us and by the time you turn around
Bop we got you right below the belt
Come on you know what's happenin
You know what's happenin you know what's happenin you know what's happenin you know what's happenin
Written by: Dylan Alexander Phillips, Jacob Horenburg, Jonathan Keith Randle, Mykael Velez, Nate Rose
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