M+M - GOD BLE$$

Tell 'em God bless
Hold on wait a minute
I'll let Karma come a get 'em when the race finished
And that's a good thing
Cuz she a pretty girl
Walk you through the meadow and then rock your world
Born reckless, and a recluse
I got eight legs, you could take two
I'm a monarch
You a buffoon
Off a cold start
This a race not rave
Run fast, then get out the way
Piss test, aim it at your face
See your energy is boring me
Invite that chick up to my crib and call that Roaring Springs
If you listen when I speak you might just hear some things
I got one man on my team I'm talking G.O.D.
All these leeches and roaches speak stupid and bogus
Like where were you really when I hit my lowest?
Tell 'em god bless
Hold on wait a minute
You were telling me that I could never ever get it
I'll tell you one thing
It's a cold world
Watch it burn down
I'm in the front row
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Hum these hymns and pray that they love me
Then I'll go where no one can see
In my zone but out it at the same time that mean I don't know what I'm saying
They say God don't have him no favorites
So why he talk to me when I'm faded
My head hurts, don't know where my brain is
Two blue pills up under my table
Tell 'em God bless
Hold on wait a minute
You were telling me that I could never ever get it
I'll tell you one thing
It's a cold world
Watch it burn down
I'm in the front row
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Mainstream mania
Tell 'em God bless
Hold on wait a minute
You were telling me that I could never ever get it
I'll tell you one thing
It's a cold world
Watch it burn down
I'm in the front row
God is great
Is it that simple?
God is great
Don't get no simpler than that bruh
Did you know that?
I mean everybody knows that but the way you know it now, did you know it before that incident took place?
You can know it all you want but until you got to pick up that cross that you can't carry
And he picks it up for you and carries you and the cross, then you know
Tell 'em God bless
Hold on wait a minute
I'll let Karma come a get 'em when the race finished
And that's a good thing
Cuz she a pretty girl
Walk you through the meadow and then rock your world
Born reckless, and a recluse
I got eight legs, you could take two
I'm a monarch
You a buffoon
Off a cold start
This a race not rave

Written by:
Max Reitman

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