EASTER ft. J-Prime Lyrics

Fuck wit me

Do you think clouds are just God vaping?

No, I don't think that's real, God's not a person

If god is a thing it would be like a thing that don't have a face

But people say god is a person because people have egos

So they want god to look like them

So he's a man in the sky

Like that makes any sense

God probably like a porcupine, or like a tree, or like a body of water

Right, right

Raw shit, uh oh

We eating rice and living life, not out of spite

I lead with light, my evil eye can pree the vibes

I feed the mic these pretty lines, the feeling's nice

With ease I climb to decent heights, might be divine

I really like these scenic nights in easy times

The weakest minds can see the signs, must be the cyph

I feel alive

Laboratory flow the sequence getting spliced and cooked

Shimmering aqua like sequins how my diamonds look

Mordor ain't got shit on me, bitch I'm Elijah Wood

Tripping with a fan and she said that she likes my hooks

Resurrect so much that even Jesus Christ is shook

I flood the system with ether and I hide the goods

He tried to act like a heathen and his life was took

Niggas ain't ever gon be shit so they wipe the books

You ain't got the answers either, lemme light my wood

Hesitant to give you features, you don't write too good

What you make last year, 3/10ths of my price for bookings

Niggas know I never bark I got enough bite for bullets

Cup runneth over how I'm living my life the fullest

You asked if I think that you should get on that mic, you shouldn't

I got some more to say

Shimmy to the court and play

Through the stormy rain

Drifting like a gnome in space

I don't have normal days

Healing from my older ways

Puffing nosygays

Shipped em from the Port of Spain

I had my gory days

Never worse than Norman Bates

I want my glory days

Still I'm saying no to fame

I close the door with grace

Dip but still be sure to wave

I love the shore and waves

Think I gotta go to Maine

I'm tryna tour today

Niggas should coordinate

Aye

I just got my wings I'm in Buffalo wildin

I'm not used to talking bout it I suffer in silence

I gotta organize the money, the clutter is piling

We gotta make a change, enough is enough with the violence

I hold myself as if I'm stuck in a fucking asylum

Cuz ain't nobody I can trust past the shucking and jiving

It's worse to hate on me than jumping in front of a lion

You piss me off I'll fuck you up, you'd be lucky for dying

Get it off the skillet it's hot as a fryer

Always treat it like I'm grilling some dogs on a wire

I cook the beats off what I'm spittin, I call it that fire

But I owe this one all to Prizzy

Yeah nah that's good

That's great