God's Face Lyrics

Could never believe in why

Took a Cult endeavor to see the guy

Hit a long time till ya go and look in my eyes

But I can see the brow-line From the sea to sky

I need be in line, The cypher like a scythe

The synth been breakin up the mic

I seen the sign

Hit em from the bottom to the high

To hit the net and see what's up and say what's up to god

Hey what's up my guy

Think I've been a lie

Where the butterfly?

Bring it back in life

I don't know if I even know ur name

In another life we could get it right

He said, ain't it comfortable?

Just to know that you really got a soul lookin over you?

Put it in a bowl, Eat it over soup

Now ya belly full, what else can ya do?

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

Gods face a complex

Complexion is a conflict

A conflict at workplace resolution

I know the devil lookin for a solution

Now introducing

Skrt McGurt a little north of Houston

Came up out the motha fuckin booth in

Some dirty shoes and got a cup of juice and

A cup of booze

It won't fuckin do

I'm not comfortable with all the fuckin loosin

God walk a mile in my shoes

Tell me god why you always choosin?

Wish that you would just let it groove

Or maybe push me into that movement

I don't really know what to do

Show me how I get more improvement

You the one that said talk to you

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

You don't really want my lace dog

You could always Stay sound

Talk to gods face bow bow bow

Oughta wait

Just another day

Spread the love like mayo

Awayohohoh

No way

You don't got a say

Hope I get a halo

Awayohohoh

Ok

U don't gotta wait

Watch me switch the cable

Got weight

Read the pain away

I feel like a fable

This ain't even talked enough about

I still want the blunt up in my mouth

I still drink the bottle everyday

I still had to run up from the south

I'm still chillin ouchere on my own

I'm still tryna pay for the patron

I'm still thinkin bout it everyday

I wish that my god was on the phone

I wish I could talk to his face

I wish I could know bout my own

I just wana know what u on

Help me come and get this forgiveness

Sounds like somthing that I want

I wish I could talk to his face

Wonder if it look like my own