Thank God Lyrics

I've been fucking busy

What the hell, you think I fell off?

(Think I fell off? Na)

I've been working on a plan in the lab

Say thank god

Thank God, thank God

You was thinkin' I was down for the count

You were way wrong

Dead wrong, dead wrong

I was there when the scripts got written

Now I'm back for the final fuckin'

God damn mission

Let's get it

I've been, I've been, I've been I've

I've been fuckin' losin' my mind

Thinkin' maybe it'll be better if I die

Cause my clock tick

But it don't tell time

And the life I live

Well the life ain't mine

Huh

Open up the book with the black magic

Where the pray on, seance, demon dances

Devil isn't good at giving second chances

Smoke fly, so high, flames are dancing

Black widow

Black black widow

I'll weave a web up in the back window

Charlie Daniel's don't play that fiddle

When a mothafucka like me

Psycho, simple

Apocalyptic, and narcissistic

When you summon a soul

And it's so sadistic

Overdose on that sin

And sit in

Boiling water

In the devils kitchen

Ever felt like you crazy baby

Ever felt like you crazy baby

Ever felt like you sick as hell

You got sickle cell

And you shady lately

My life, ya, my life

And lately I don't feel right

I see them shadows every night

The devil want me

Pay the price

Drinkin', smokin', getting' high

Take a pill, I'm feelin' fine

Say these words

My words divine

Might put them in the bible, fine

Spit these hexes, take a picture

Don't record it, do not listen

Crucible be superstition

Fuck it, verse 1 cause Ignition

I've been fucking busy

What the hell, you think I fell off?

(Think I fell off? Na)

I've been working on a plan in the lab

Say thank god

Thank God, thank God

You was thinkin' I was down for the count

You were way wrong

Dead wrong, dead wrong

I was there when the scripts got written

Now I'm back for the final fuckin'

God damn mission

Let's get it

I've been fucking busy

What the hell, you think I fell off?

(Think I fell off? Na)

I've been working on a plan in the lab

Say thank god

Thank God, thank God

You was thinkin' I was down for the count

You were way wrong

Dead wrong, dead wrong

I was there when the scripts got written

Now I'm back for the final fuckin'

God damn mission

Let's get it

I've been, I've been, I've been, I've been

I've been thinkin' that I should have died already

Cause the way that I live, got my mind unsteady

Wanna click, clack, bang, till my mind confetti

But the god that made me, just wont let me

Pop and oxy, wobble, wobble

Take a swig right out the bottle

Ku De Gra, I lost the lotto

Devil want me, sorry Tonto

Back for the money, and the bitches dawg

And I spit like a gun, a Kalashnikov

It's apocalyptic when I kiss the stars

And I'm constipated, my shit go hard

Burry me with 30 bitches

Curse us all with voodoo magic

Dig my hole

And pick my casket

All my shit still mine

Can't have it

Shows to a crowd of people

Played shows all alone with no one to see it

Ok

Gone state to state

It was a make or break cause you don't sell

You don't eat that evening

What chu know bout life

Have you ever had to sleep outside

In the cold with a broken mind

You ain't supposed to cry

Nobody look into your crystal eyes

So instead you just crystalize

I've been through hell and back

I've been to jail for the way I act

Hang a flag for the shit I rap

So goddamn I laugh

My life got a little off-track

Honestly, I should have died a while back

Damn

Happy, sad and fuckin' angry

Optimistic, fuckin' lazy

Superstitious, fuckin' crazy

How you doin? Gravy baby!

I've been fucking busy

What the hell, you think I fell off?

(Think I fell off? Na)

I've been working on a plan in the lab

Say thank god

Thank God, thank God

You was thinkin' I was down for the count

You were way wrong

Dead wrong, dead wrong

I was there when the scripts got written

Now I'm back for the final fuckin'

God damn mission

Let's get it

I've been fucking busy

What the hell, you think I fell off?

(Think I fell off? Na)

I've been working on a plan in the lab

Say thank god

Thank God, thank God

You was thinkin' I was down for the count

You were way wrong

Dead wrong, dead wrong

I was there when the scripts got written

Now I'm back for the final fuckin'

God damn mission

Let's get it

I've been, I've been, I've been, I've been

I've been thinkin' bout my life a lot

If time ain't real, then what's a clock

I've paid my dues, but what it cost

My mental health need help, my god

Thinkin' bout the time in life, when I found the mic

And I write by candle light

Sip this wine, and write my rhymes

It's OxyContin dinner time

Back to the, back to the

Back to the basics

Back to the black in the bedroom basement

Back to the fucked up faded faces

Back to the court, cause a kid got cases

Back to the couch of my fuckin' homies

Back to the floor, cause I'm fuckin' homeless

Back to the job, get fired, focus

Walk six miles home, ain't jokin'

Back to the crack shack

Everything I ever might needs in a backpack

Weed in a gas mask

Liz got a fat ass

Yeah

Cum up in the pussy

And I leave feelin' badass

Baddest motherfucker on the planet

Dammit

Look into the mirror

Can't stand it

Vanish

Gonna overdose on a camera

Candid

Can't walk, can't talk, can you manage?

Widow, and I'm so sad

(yeah)

Put me in a box with a bitch

And a toe tag

Devil is so glad

Gonna die anyway, don't bother with a coat rack

Touch my gonads

Cause the afterlife, might have no ho's there

Whisky, weed and oxycodone

Kinda think that I'm fuckin' broken