Talk To Me

I hope one day God talks to me
Lookin' high, recognize
Fold my hands every night

I trynna reconcile with my feelings
I try to touch the sky
Then I start seeing ceilings
So I hotboxed and watch the wallpaper peelings
Smoked it all away
Can't wait for heart healings
Hate that we got apart
Don't know where to start
Fishing for fortune
Then I start wheeling
Outta control, my mind is on a twist
No need for analogies, don't get me pissed
I start mixing reality
And asking, who's chris
Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo, who's this

I hope one day God talks to me
Lookin' high, recognize
Fold my hands every night
I hope one day God talks to me
Lookin' high, recognize
Fold my hands every night
I hope one day God talks to me
Lookin' high, recognize
Fold my hands every night
I hope one day God talks to me
Lookin' high, recognize
Fold my hands every night



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles
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