Been a minute
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
Fell in love with drugs
Yeah, they help me with my healin'
Never bow to a bitch
Fuck I look like kneelin'
Feel like wasting money
I'ma just go to Neiman
"Phill, what type of time you on?"
Shit, I told them "Demon"
Shit I told them "Demon"
Pass me the ball
When I shoot, watch that bitch go swish, uh
Feel like Kobe
But I ball like John Wall in this bitch, uh
Still counting bucks from last year
I feel like game 6, uh
Real talk, I'm not got' stop until I'm filthy rich, uh
And when I'm mad and I wanna get away from you
I wanna go to Malibu in a Bentley coupe
Then come back 'cause I don't really wanna fight with you
Scoot over
I'ma really spend the night with you
(Oh my God)
I heard it's been a while, uh
I love the way you smile, uh
Fell in love with your style, uh
Fell in love with something vile, uh
Fell in love with something vile, uh
Feelings started floodin' out
They floodin' like the Nile, uh
I've been fighting all my demons within my vicinity
Don't try to get close
Yeah, we're blowing both proximities
Gotta slow down 'cause I'm running out of enemies
Tell me what's the point if there's nobody ahead of me
(I was callin' out like "Father, could you help me"
There was no response
I was callin' out like "Father, could you help me"
I think he's gone)
Heat seekin'
Red demons
Dark skies
Bright beacons
I can't find my way back home
Sad-eyed
Dead heathen
Shroom trippin' all weekend
I think I wanna go
(I'm just trynna wake up and let my mind chill, man
Like, I don't wanna think about a lot of shit, man
I'm trynna relax today you know but
Fuck it, that's just my head, man)
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
Fell in love with drugs
Yeah, they help me with my healin'
Never bow to a bitch
Fuck I look like kneelin'
Feel like wasting money
I'ma just go to Neiman
"Phill, what type of time you on?"
Shit, I told them "Demon"
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
Fell in love with drugs
Yeah, they help me with my healin'
Never bow to a bitch
Fuck I look like kneelin'
Feel like wasting money
I'ma just go to Neiman
"Phill, what type of time you on?"
Shit, I told them "Demon"
Shit I told them "Demon"
Pass me the ball
When I shoot, watch that bitch go swish, uh
Feel like Kobe
But I ball like John Wall in this bitch, uh
Still counting bucks from last year
I feel like game 6, uh
Real talk, I'm not got' stop until I'm filthy rich, uh
And when I'm mad and I wanna get away from you
I wanna go to Malibu in a Bentley coupe
Then come back 'cause I don't really wanna fight with you
Scoot over
I'ma really spend the night with you
(Oh my God)
I heard it's been a while, uh
I love the way you smile, uh
Fell in love with your style, uh
Fell in love with something vile, uh
Fell in love with something vile, uh
Feelings started floodin' out
They floodin' like the Nile, uh
I've been fighting all my demons within my vicinity
Don't try to get close
Yeah, we're blowing both proximities
Gotta slow down 'cause I'm running out of enemies
Tell me what's the point if there's nobody ahead of me
(I was callin' out like "Father, could you help me"
There was no response
I was callin' out like "Father, could you help me"
I think he's gone)
Heat seekin'
Red demons
Dark skies
Bright beacons
I can't find my way back home
Sad-eyed
Dead heathen
Shroom trippin' all weekend
I think I wanna go
(I'm just trynna wake up and let my mind chill, man
Like, I don't wanna think about a lot of shit, man
I'm trynna relax today you know but
Fuck it, that's just my head, man)
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
You ain't talked to God in a lil minute
What's the reason, uh
Since he chose to turn his back on me
We ain't speaking, uh
Fell in love with drugs
Yeah, they help me with my healin'
Never bow to a bitch
Fuck I look like kneelin'
Feel like wasting money
I'ma just go to Neiman
"Phill, what type of time you on?"
Shit, I told them "Demon"
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Writer(s): Phillip Anduray
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