DEAR LORD Lyrics

My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it

My best friends from college we get it we got it

Man, pick up your phone

We doing business we get on the go

Good God, good gracious

God's intentions there's the vacance

Man, life ain't a waiting game

Huh what

Dear lord don't give me patience

Man put down the phone

Get to your senses we get on the go

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience

If you throw your shoes

Don't say you got cold feet

You put it on yourselves like you lonely

At your neck like i'm Bo Peep

Problems be toy stories

Bye-boy don't bore me

can't even say I get no sleep

I get 8 hours a day now only

Now, sleep is cousin of death

But that's the wrong family

My girl is the biggest fan of me

A dickrider, don't get mad at me

No secrets won't be from a can of beans

We open like a canopy

We'll work a few clopens

Till we fly to Copenhagen

First had a few dopey pagen

Had to throw the rope in

Yeah baby now we cope in havens

Might've woke the neighbours, shit

Never been romantic anyway

But I got that french connection

GF pulling on that FCUK

No fboy, FU no I don't wear CK

My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it

My best friends from college we get it we got it

Man, pick up your phone

We doing business we get on the go

Good God, good gracious

God's intentions there's the vacance

Man, life ain't a waiting game

huh what

Dear lord don't give me patience

Man put down the phone

Get to your senses we get on the go

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience

Dear lord

Leave me alone with all your temptations

I don't need the sensations huh

(Good God, Good Gracious, Deal lord) please gimme the patience

Fuck it

I'm strong minded, I don't need gear

Got great music I don't need gear

Just gimme a mic with the beat near

Every track made with blood n sweat feat tears like

Cash rules everything around me so not me?

The hits I hit are ideas that stick

Know where to go with my eyes closed

Experiment n get sweets from the swing of the piñata stick

Yet here I is

Trapped by these trap beats

Don't need a Mac, unless it's got logic attached

Puzzle solving, I'm apt and on it

adapt to anything

I'm back to back to back till I crack, n crash, n get back

Like a Beatles track

The heat of my phone like napalm

Has-a-me stuck, can't get it to go

Like my tongue on an ice pole

I've sunk into a sink hole

Shit, I'm I think I'm out of flows

Hmm Hahahaha no no no

But every train of thought is blocked by this signal

Tryna shoot my shot with a pistol I don't own

But fuck it

Fuck what you heard

The lord gave me the patience to write this verse

Huh, naw

My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it

My best friends from college we get it we got it

Man, pick up your phone

We doing business (we get on the go)

Good God, good gracious

God's intentions there's the vacance

Man, life ain't a waiting game

huh what

Dear lord don't give me patience

Man put down the phone

Get to your senses we get on the go

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience

Good God, good gracious

Dear lord please gimme me patience