Smoking Weed With Jesus
Carry faith
Rolling green from the garden of Eden
And when I'm in the grave I will be smoking weed with Jesus
Pass the blunt to some demons, the pastors are overseeing
And Adam in the back sleeping, an apple that Eve is eating (uh)
What I'm trynna say is we rolling green till we at heavens gate
We gone, just the way that memories fade
Shit's a way to meditate
So many dark thoughts that I'd rather medicate
Than to listen to what my brain is saying, yeah
One minute at the pinnacle of ignorance
Listening to what the angels sing
The other minute I'm listening to what the devil says
And learning that my thoughts are venomous
Witnessing all that inner pain
Is making it difficult to concentrate
And it's not like I am drowned in darkness
Shit's like waking up early
You see the light but it is dim regardless
It's like the gray skies when it starts to rain
But the sky is cloudless
Maybe it's the way I see the world just 'cause I'm an artist
Maybe I just have the plant the flowers I want in my garden
Or maybe it's an issue with my thoughts harvest
I might just have to go back to where my progress started
And I'm hoping I'll progress regardless
Already laid down the foundation
The old testament's written
Now I'm bringing in a new verse
Are you willing to listen
My whole story's broke in two
So are you Jewish or Christian
Or do you not believe in something that you just haven't witnessed
Is it enough to be enough or do you wanna go the extra mile
Extra mile like the river nile
Or extra mile like a detour
Signs not directing the direction
I just stay behind
But I'm moving forward just by standing
Earth's rotation line is throwing me off
The way I sip this wine
Sit inside
Thinking about the length of minutes in this time
Is it time
Or is it just an illusion
'Cause with all this going on I feel this shit is confusing
Sometimes shit be moving quick and all these months heal like bruises
And other times the time's so slow that it imprisons seclusion (Damn)
Let me try to speak more clearly
It's a problem when I'm letting this weed speak, I'm grinning
I pray to the lord that my sins are forgiven
And when my time comes
I know that I'll be smoking weed with Jesus
Believe it
Rolling green from the garden of Eden
And when I'm in the grave I will be smoking weed with Jesus
Pass the blunt to some demons, the pastors are overseeing
And Adam in the back sleeping, an apple that Eve is eating (uh)
What I'm trynna say is we rolling green till we at heavens gate
We gone, just the way that memories fade
Shit's a way to meditate
So many dark thoughts that I'd rather medicate
Than to listen to what my brain is saying, yeah
One minute at the pinnacle of ignorance
Listening to what the angels sing
The other minute I'm listening to what the devil says
And learning that my thoughts are venomous
Witnessing all that inner pain
Is making it difficult to concentrate
And it's not like I am drowned in darkness
Shit's like waking up early
You see the light but it is dim regardless
It's like the gray skies when it starts to rain
But the sky is cloudless
Maybe it's the way I see the world just 'cause I'm an artist
Maybe I just have the plant the flowers I want in my garden
Or maybe it's an issue with my thoughts harvest
I might just have to go back to where my progress started
And I'm hoping I'll progress regardless
Already laid down the foundation
The old testament's written
Now I'm bringing in a new verse
Are you willing to listen
My whole story's broke in two
So are you Jewish or Christian
Or do you not believe in something that you just haven't witnessed
Is it enough to be enough or do you wanna go the extra mile
Extra mile like the river nile
Or extra mile like a detour
Signs not directing the direction
I just stay behind
But I'm moving forward just by standing
Earth's rotation line is throwing me off
The way I sip this wine
Sit inside
Thinking about the length of minutes in this time
Is it time
Or is it just an illusion
'Cause with all this going on I feel this shit is confusing
Sometimes shit be moving quick and all these months heal like bruises
And other times the time's so slow that it imprisons seclusion (Damn)
Let me try to speak more clearly
It's a problem when I'm letting this weed speak, I'm grinning
I pray to the lord that my sins are forgiven
And when my time comes
I know that I'll be smoking weed with Jesus
Believe it
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Writer(s): Maximilian Klein Diaz
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