IDOL Lyrics

Idol

I know

My soul

Is gone

Idol

I know

My soul

Is gone

I've been talking to God

He said that we've been through a lot

But he said that I'm too independent

'Bout time to climb over the fence

'Bout time to climb up to the surface

I'm the hurt kid

That he gifted a verse with

And he gave it a purpose

So why do I curse it

Get a pen and a word like-

I said God who you talking to

Who you barking to

I'm so skilled but apart from you

I'm fancy but I'm worthless

I'm a plan B on your birth list

I'm wrathful and I'm wordless

Get a real rapper and a sermon like-

Ay Spookzy who you kidding

You a villain, dog

Claiming God's with you

Is that who you really saw?

'Cause the internet's a merc

Ten pace

Shooting straight through your spirit when you're lost

Are you really shocked

Man you really think you're someone who could walk

You really think you're someone who could talk

I got fans saying dance monkey dance

But God's on the bench saying pray

So I pray a lot

I'm not what you want

But I'm who you need

Talking out my neck never been this clean

Gotta run away from the crowd

And the talk of the town

Get it right

I'm a thunder king

How come I don't follow you

Cause when you talk I get deja vu

To way back on the avenue when

I had dinner with my demons too

I'm so sick of the net

I'm breaking in hives

I'm way too rabid to vet

It's holding me back

'Cause entertainment's one of many chains

So let me make it clear

And make it plain

He said he wanna rock

Wanna rock

Ay

He said he wanna talk

Wanna talk

Ay

He said He wanna do something different

For the cause and the vision

I was lost

Now I see the light

Wait was that me or Him like-

I'm ruminating thoughts

Indecision like-

I'm getting kinda mad

Kinda fizzy like a Sprite

Holy Spirit keep your hands in the kitchen

Ight

I'm not what you want

But I'm who you need

I'mma do my dance

Whether I'mma see

You in my DMs or my PMs

Or my streams is no question

I'mma serve Him better come and see

Oh it's the fan service that you like

I guess I gotta feed you like a tyke

Steady knocking beats you never really tried

'Cause her cherry is vibe

So kawaii

I'mma die right

But here I am kinda dark huh

I guess you wanted Michael in the 80's tough

I guess you wanted something trash on the surface

Take my pain and my focus

And I might as well and burn it right

I'm a fake fan at the most

I don't like idols they gross

They just want attention you know

Painting themselves a new god for the post

Waiting for numbers to blow

Waiting for numbers to show

They're stuck in a shell

Can they be mentally well

They're under a spell

Can nobody tell it's feeling like hell

Wait am I describing myself

Eh

You gotta think for yourself

Music is something to nurture

Not 'bout to spoon feed you like Gerber

Not 'bout to take you any further

Than where you can walk on your own

Without any bars on your phone

Without any mana to go

I'm ready to go

I'm not what you want

But I'm who you need

Living in the past don't appeal to me

JC this my last thought

I don't wanna rot

Wanna rot

Just show me what it's gonna be

Ay my vibes up

Hit the griddy

Broke back

With the city city

Play pop

Off black

Call me Billy Billy

Wet eyes

High notes

Now I'm sitting pretty

Don't drown

Don't drown

In that kitty kitty

Ay

Praise God

That I didn't blow up for the glow up

Pay homage

Stay on this path that I'm walking

I'mma talk it

My God