Sleepin' with the Lord
In my head it's getting dark aye and my Ego getting large aye, I never txt, I never call
In my head it's getting dark and my Ego getting large
Nothing colder than my heart, nothing brighter than a Star
Just watch how I made it far, grinding like I'm on a farm
Writing poems on a phone, I'm really high, I'm really stoned
I'm either up or really slow, drinking: might be using snow
Does she love me or the blow, Think I'm in love with her more
Also in love with her mom, I'm also in love with 'em all
Like Pokemon: I want 'em all, like NBA I wanna ball
I never txt, I never call, I never sleep, I never fall
The way I got infinite blessings they think I'm sleeping with the Lord
Tryna convince myself she good, but I'm sleeping with a whore
Even though I gave her the moon she kept asking for some more
She always wants to get higher so we sniffin' in the morning
Imagine me getting a call to identify her in the morgue
Imagine me having to explain all the drugs that's in her drawers
Imagine me having to tell her mom your daughter's with the Lord
In my head I'm hearing voices, but I rather call it noise
She on my body using lotion loudly breathing from the nose
Generation snapchat, generation take a pose
Hold up bitch, wait a minute, better put that shit on pause
You might be cute, but looking depressed like your mother's menopause
Texting me we not fucking, but sucked me right up in the car
She going in and out for drugs while I wait up in the car
She said you keep staring at your phone in case yo' main boo wanna call
In my head it's getting dark and my Ego getting large
Nothing colder than my heart, nothing brighter than a Star
Just watch how I made it far, grinding like I'm on a farm
Writing poems on a phone, I'm really high, I'm really stoned
The way I got infinite blessings they think I'm sleeping with the Lord
Imagine me having to explain all the drugs that's in her drawers
Imagine me getting a call to identify her in the morgue
Imagine me having to tell her mom your daughter's with the Lord
In my head it's getting dark and my Ego getting large
Nothing colder than my heart, nothing brighter than a Star
Just watch how I made it far, grinding like I'm on a farm
Writing poems on a phone, I'm really high, I'm really stoned
I'm either up or really slow, drinking: might be using snow
Does she love me or the blow, Think I'm in love with her more
Also in love with her mom, I'm also in love with 'em all
Like Pokemon: I want 'em all, like NBA I wanna ball
I never txt, I never call, I never sleep, I never fall
The way I got infinite blessings they think I'm sleeping with the Lord
Tryna convince myself she good, but I'm sleeping with a whore
Even though I gave her the moon she kept asking for some more
She always wants to get higher so we sniffin' in the morning
Imagine me getting a call to identify her in the morgue
Imagine me having to explain all the drugs that's in her drawers
Imagine me having to tell her mom your daughter's with the Lord
In my head I'm hearing voices, but I rather call it noise
She on my body using lotion loudly breathing from the nose
Generation snapchat, generation take a pose
Hold up bitch, wait a minute, better put that shit on pause
You might be cute, but looking depressed like your mother's menopause
Texting me we not fucking, but sucked me right up in the car
She going in and out for drugs while I wait up in the car
She said you keep staring at your phone in case yo' main boo wanna call
In my head it's getting dark and my Ego getting large
Nothing colder than my heart, nothing brighter than a Star
Just watch how I made it far, grinding like I'm on a farm
Writing poems on a phone, I'm really high, I'm really stoned
The way I got infinite blessings they think I'm sleeping with the Lord
Imagine me having to explain all the drugs that's in her drawers
Imagine me getting a call to identify her in the morgue
Imagine me having to tell her mom your daughter's with the Lord
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Writer(s): Mehdi Hannouni
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