Yahweh

See I was told by my friends
Keep my head on my shoulders
Yeah I fly on them
Bought them a promise
Louis'll die novice, take notice
On my style I'm a one man show
Do me I'll do me
Not a TV i'm a grand ballroom
Take a chance to believe in something
Bag after bag and I'm still on the sofa
Being hopeless
Grind another round around my head
Many a times be looking back again
It takes a real man to get over shit that hurt ya
Maybe take a trip to Persia
Drop the pressure
Add some Persians
Add some Dalai
Make them Lama
Watching Pocahontas
Got no need for big cahonas
In the corner I got brothers waiting patiently for me to pass the hookah
Stardom do I really want it?
Um
Dumb dumb Empate on the hills
Looking down on them

Yahweh Yahweh Yahweh Yahweh
Keep on bitching
I'm dodging drama like Tolle
I'ma stay on this seat
Waiting for that call to come in
Saying Louis we fuck with you
Come ride limousine

They say mula
They think they bring truth
I know they fucking foolish
What I bring is way cooler
Sit down
I'm the heir
I will make you feel better
Hurricane around me yet I feel so safe
So fly grow wings I'm off to Paris, France
See me rocking pink crocs down the champs elysse
You pray
God will
Bless you with money
You're fake
Give in
No longer longing

See I was told by my friends
Keep my head on my shoulders
Yeah I fly on them
Bought them a promise
Louis'll die novice, take notice
On my style I'm a one man show
Do me I'll do me
Not a TV i'm a grand ballroom
Take a chance to believe

Too far gone I'ma sit here sipping guinness
Build your body strong cus either way I'm winning
Souls drip out of my blade I'm a saint bitch
Check yo self
Dirty fingers
Your smell gon make me fame

Yahweh Yahweh Yahweh Yahweh
Keep on bitching
I'm dodging drama like Tolle
I'ma stay on this seat
Waiting for tall call to come in
Saying Louis we fuck with you
Come ride limousine



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Writer(s): Karsten Thoresen
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