Beatitudes
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
And you know I'd die, die, die, die, die, die
Blessed are my mother's hands
Blessed is the Comet in the shower sink
Blessed are the powdered drinks
Kool-Aid made the blue raspberry rubber bands
Pearl and oyster, milk and honey wonderlands
Blessed is the hologram I've become of my former self
I'm back from the ass end of hell
I've since learned to put my heart on the shelf
I've since learned the art of how to move stealth
Not everybody really want to wish you well
They were wishing on stars and wishing wells
I had to learn how to get it for myself
I had to learn how to get it for myself
Blessed are the roughened hands
Blessed is my father's land
Blessed are the diamond teeth and sirens singing harmonies
Death and taxes the only guarantees
Blessed are the beer-bellied, bacon-frying
Menthol-smoking motherfuckers coming out of O-town
You supposed to drown when they hold down
The ones that I love most becoming ghosts now
Mama was a rolling stone, Daddy was Motown
Dolly Parton playing at the silverfish motels
I, too had dreams of Grand Ole Opry
The gleam of pipe dreams kept me warm when I was lonely
The gleam of pipe dreams kept me warm when I was lonely
And I ride for my niggas, I'd die
Cyanide for the niggas that lie (On my niggas)
Landslide, when I hear it I cry
I'm reminded that time's flying by
I'm reminded that time's flying by
And you know I'd die, die, die, die, die, die
Blessed are my mother's hands
Blessed is the Comet in the shower sink
Blessed are the powdered drinks
Kool-Aid made the blue raspberry rubber bands
Pearl and oyster, milk and honey wonderlands
Blessed is the hologram I've become of my former self
I'm back from the ass end of hell
I've since learned to put my heart on the shelf
I've since learned the art of how to move stealth
Not everybody really want to wish you well
They were wishing on stars and wishing wells
I had to learn how to get it for myself
I had to learn how to get it for myself
Blessed are the roughened hands
Blessed is my father's land
Blessed are the diamond teeth and sirens singing harmonies
Death and taxes the only guarantees
Blessed are the beer-bellied, bacon-frying
Menthol-smoking motherfuckers coming out of O-town
You supposed to drown when they hold down
The ones that I love most becoming ghosts now
Mama was a rolling stone, Daddy was Motown
Dolly Parton playing at the silverfish motels
I, too had dreams of Grand Ole Opry
The gleam of pipe dreams kept me warm when I was lonely
The gleam of pipe dreams kept me warm when I was lonely
And I ride for my niggas, I'd die
Cyanide for the niggas that lie (On my niggas)
Landslide, when I hear it I cry
I'm reminded that time's flying by
I'm reminded that time's flying by
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Writer(s): Francesca Wexler
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