God is Real
Unlock my closet, the skeletons come alive at night
Night at the Museum, I see 'em just when I close my eyes
Demons, how do you beat 'em, I feed 'em
I used to plant and reseed 'em, I used to invite 'em to parties
I had them hanging from ceilings, 'til they overstayed their visit
Came in quick and built a divot, Gabby Douglas, just a mental gymnast
Balance beam, I learned to pivot, fuck all my bad decisions
Contemplate some metaphysics, that's how I handle business
My momma told me that my maker had it made for me
My momma told me midnight dreams, God's epiphanies
But feelings, misdemeanors and felonies, disagreements and penalties
Changed my brain up, chemically, now my thoughts egregious
I channeled Jesus but I stopped subscription
I can't pay up, I'm a stingy fuck, rhyming 'til my time is up
Put value on some priceless stuff, I got Medusa-touch
But if it's a beat and such, I mix the wine and water up
My identity is nothing but anomaly
I can't find it, I've been climbing up some Redwood trees
So If God is Real, then why'd he leave me be?
Am I what he intends to be? Is that who I want to be?
I know that God is real because of all these texts from my mother
Get in touch with my spiritual, get in touch with your brother
Western civilization, this next generation will suffer
Until the earth's reversed through earthquakes and thunder
Unlock my closet, it's smoke-filled and mirror-mazed
Shoebox of letters, no writer's block, un-paraphrased
Break it open, they're guilt-filled and victim-blamed
Depression, anxiety, how my anger has been untamed
But fuck that, I broke through the lock, it was well-maintained
I threw a rock and the glass shattered from the window pane
Jumped out the bitch, it was four stories, forever changed
Lit the match, a lucky strike, set the house ablaze
I understand that my former self survived the flames
I found out and whipped off my belt cuz rage remained
To choke his ass, I was hauling ass, found him restrained
I strangled him, I mangled him, but nothing came
Then he smiled, cuz I realized that I found my pain
I couldn't kill 'em, cuz without him, wouldn't be the same
I cracked my skull and slid dividers inside my fucking brain
And I dapped him up cuz my mind and body are different things
My identity is nothing but anomaly
I can't find it, I've been climbing up some Redwood trees
So If God is Real, then why'd he leave me be?
Am I what he intends to be? Is that who I want to be?
I know that God is real because of all these texts from my mother
Get in touch with my spiritual, get in touch with your brother
Western civilization, this next generation will suffer
Until the earth's dispersed through earthquakes and thunder
Until the earth's coerced through earthquakes and thunder
Night at the Museum, I see 'em just when I close my eyes
Demons, how do you beat 'em, I feed 'em
I used to plant and reseed 'em, I used to invite 'em to parties
I had them hanging from ceilings, 'til they overstayed their visit
Came in quick and built a divot, Gabby Douglas, just a mental gymnast
Balance beam, I learned to pivot, fuck all my bad decisions
Contemplate some metaphysics, that's how I handle business
My momma told me that my maker had it made for me
My momma told me midnight dreams, God's epiphanies
But feelings, misdemeanors and felonies, disagreements and penalties
Changed my brain up, chemically, now my thoughts egregious
I channeled Jesus but I stopped subscription
I can't pay up, I'm a stingy fuck, rhyming 'til my time is up
Put value on some priceless stuff, I got Medusa-touch
But if it's a beat and such, I mix the wine and water up
My identity is nothing but anomaly
I can't find it, I've been climbing up some Redwood trees
So If God is Real, then why'd he leave me be?
Am I what he intends to be? Is that who I want to be?
I know that God is real because of all these texts from my mother
Get in touch with my spiritual, get in touch with your brother
Western civilization, this next generation will suffer
Until the earth's reversed through earthquakes and thunder
Unlock my closet, it's smoke-filled and mirror-mazed
Shoebox of letters, no writer's block, un-paraphrased
Break it open, they're guilt-filled and victim-blamed
Depression, anxiety, how my anger has been untamed
But fuck that, I broke through the lock, it was well-maintained
I threw a rock and the glass shattered from the window pane
Jumped out the bitch, it was four stories, forever changed
Lit the match, a lucky strike, set the house ablaze
I understand that my former self survived the flames
I found out and whipped off my belt cuz rage remained
To choke his ass, I was hauling ass, found him restrained
I strangled him, I mangled him, but nothing came
Then he smiled, cuz I realized that I found my pain
I couldn't kill 'em, cuz without him, wouldn't be the same
I cracked my skull and slid dividers inside my fucking brain
And I dapped him up cuz my mind and body are different things
My identity is nothing but anomaly
I can't find it, I've been climbing up some Redwood trees
So If God is Real, then why'd he leave me be?
Am I what he intends to be? Is that who I want to be?
I know that God is real because of all these texts from my mother
Get in touch with my spiritual, get in touch with your brother
Western civilization, this next generation will suffer
Until the earth's dispersed through earthquakes and thunder
Until the earth's coerced through earthquakes and thunder
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Writer(s): Sawyer Anderson Boyd
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