All My Dawgs

Not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Swimming through a fog, it's only quarter to 11
Trapped inside a box, but not confessing to no reverend
Thoughts caught like quicksand in the bog
Now I'm descendin'
Not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Swimming through a fog, it's only quarter to 11
Trapped inside a box, but not confessing to no reverend
Thoughts caught like quicksand in the bog
Now I'm descendin'

On god, not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Heavy hearted, praying that their journey never ending
Hoping one day maybe I could come and meet them In the stars
Thinking back to all the times god reshuffled the cards

It's probably lonely up in heaven
Missing all my homies
Got me counting down the seconds
Cash injection in my jeans
Money morphing my genetics
Bleach stained T aesthetic
World star put me on Reddit

Not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Swimming through a fog, it's only quarter to 11
Trapped inside a box, but not confessing to no reverend
Thoughts caught like quicksand in the bog
Now I'm descendin'

On god, not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Heavy hearted, praying that their journey never ending
Hoping one day maybe I could come and meet them In the stars
Thinking back to all the times god reshuffled the cards

On god, not all of my dawgs will go to heaven
Heavy hearted, praying that their journey never ending
Hoping one day maybe I could come and meet them In the stars
Thinking back to all the times god reshuffled the cards

It's probably lonely up in heaven
Missing all my homies
Got me counting down the seconds
Cash injection in my jeans
Money morphing my genetics
Bleach stained T aesthetic
World star put me on Reddit



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Beaulieu
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