GOSSïP OF GODS KïD ft. ŪLES ĦERC Lyrics

I am the son of God

Gods kid

Gossip, bout him

Damn don't stop, shit

He's so damn cool, he got all this

But nah, that's just the mind of a novice

Pushing and poking to be an artist

Heard of commotion and said "Let's start it"

Writing so much it appears as nonsense

A nuisance using alchemy to be a profit

He thinks he's great because the voices tell

Him you got this one day you could be on The throne where god sits

But didn't god forgive because like god forbid

I get up to the gates and hear, yea you ain't in

Son of a bitch man what did I do for this

Trying to stitch a kid that feels he's a bitch

Stumbled on his thoughts fell into a ditch

Ponders getting lost scratching jealousy itch

Blocked shots he already knew he'd miss

Listens to voices he didn't even know existed

They salivate at the sight of his open wrist, (sorry poet spit)

Mixed emotions just want a taste of his blood is it

They gossip, talking about God's kid

He lost ship, thoughts make him nauseous

He was not sick, he just lost in a broad sip

The type of cup with swimming pools inside it

It's okay he's wearing his shirt that says, "die lit"

Animalistic thoughts, run quick

I need to chill, stop smokin'

The world is already so potent

But I also think weed is a potion

Helps you connect to deeper emotion

Stuff you normally could not bro with

False connotations about the word splif

Got parents losing their focus on cursive

Start pushing harder with the worships

While you're drinking more than a parched fish

Wise words kids, but let's invert this, flip the switch

More people die of alcohol and cigarettes than this

Schedule one drug, right up there where heroin is

Look under the rug at your grandparent's house to see what your parent are about it's

the barrel then slip

Will Ferrell a clip, stoic motion creates historic notions and shit

Dependency is what you are feeling for conformity bitch

I'm normally hitch, smooth taking, but rn I'm morally pissed

Next, you'll start saying how great royalty is, with no royalties, rich

Speaking of mahogany licks, one of my ticks is not knowing what you're spreading to kids

Talk about what you know and not what you heard and now you show, woah

Strait raw, I'm about to have all the calls in

I'll gnaw fly right through the deposit

Post up and get Tom Cruise out the closet

Focused, but I'm gonna drink in Gnawlands

High fucked I'm about to meet up with Gannis

Promised my inner conscious, imma bomb shit

Also not to forget to pay homage, DJ Herc to Hercules It's iconic

Persevere switch the gear pierce the ear I hope it's not ironic

Let be honest

Now that's, perfection where I come from

Correction there's no one done

The blessing of the holy one

I'm prayin', holy cow, is that where beef come from?

The best revenge is none, so I think I have won

Trying to find the sum of adding me to the sun

Lost in his tongue and everything that it spits

But still not Icarus so I'm thinking I should run

People say that I'm young but I'm older than I was

I want to help out about as much as the weight of a ton

You can be anything you want son, just never be done

Though this one had just begun

Looks like giving up has won