Dank Neighbourhood - pigeon religion

Kill me for everything I've been dying for
I've been poor
Looking for higher seas in these shallow shores
I need more
Please don't retire me 'fo I go on tour
I been torn, I been torn
Caged like I been in a mall
Or zoo
Man, I'm thru
Concrete jungle, I'm a mule
Giving you all my soul and heart until I marry you
You my boo, you my boo
Scary like it's halloween
Know I'm mean, in between these sheets that do not mean a thing
Wooh

I be flowing like a maxi-pad
Just a tad, feeling like a white boy
Yeah I'm fucking rad
Guess my name is Brad
Surfing with' yo' fucking crabs
How you let your exes smash
Sorry I be sounding mad
I be sad, baby blue
Baby this is this is just the truth
If you took four vowels out this shit, I still won't choose u
I don't bruise but I break
This is just a tummy ache
'Cause I went and stomached all the bullshit that you made me ate

I'm spinning out
I think my mind is gone
The only thing that'll solve it
Is my homies on this song
I want to sing along
But I don't really know the words
So I stop trying
And I come up with a verse

Who's the villain doing miracles, is it me?
Am I reciprocating intimate energies?
Not really
It's kinda scary
But chemistry and marijuana
Make it kind of worth it

She take the first hit
She roll a blunt and take the first kiss
She wanna take mushrooms and run away and join the circus
She's at the surface
But I be diving rather deep because I know I've got a greater purpose in life
And I'm not perfect and I'm sorry for strife
And I have flirted with sorrow at night
My soul is heavy but my future is bright
I take a puff and then I head for the light

Fuck it, I'm the master of the puppets
When I wanna, cunt
Stuck on the edge and I don't wanna jump
But I kinda do
All these crazy thoughts are coming through
Running from my demons, but I don't know where I'm running to

The ruckus in my brain is the only thing that's fighting me
But I'll beat it back with another brew
Simon said what I must do
I finalised a veggie stew
Incredible
Then I fucken blessed you with the edible
It's only true if I said it boo
Everything else might be
I ask thee politely
To keep your eyes on the road
And watch for goats
And toads
And loads of drunkard children
That don't have a clue, man, of what's about to hit 'em

I don't pray to a god, I pray to a pigeon
In other words being fly is my religion
Decision decisions, man
I'm the one to make them
So sooner or later, I'll be bringing home the bacon

Written by:
Josh Du Plessis, Paul Twekye, Zuko Madondonke

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