| I don’t know why I get high
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| Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God
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| Got broken wings but I’m still fly
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| Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God
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| Uh, all praise to the Most High
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| Life’s a beach, so I’m drivin' up the coastline (Yeah)
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| Thinkin' about the places where I spent the most time
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| Stay fresher than button-ups and bow ties, uh
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| Cuttin' up in the church pews (Pews)
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| Son of a preacher, made Mama sang blues (Blues)
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| Church hymns paid the rent, Mama paid dues
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| My daddy bought him a Cadi', my cousin just bang rules
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| My older brother bang I-F (Uh)
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| Stumbled into church, I heard the biggest lie yet
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| Said, «If you love God, you give up the ganja»
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| Long before kush, broke niggas would buy stress, but, uh
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| You don’t condemn the lion and the greed (Uh)
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| If a shepherd drive sheep, you need a license to lead
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| I bought into the game, I wish I kept the receipt
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| With the spirit in my corner, I’ll never suffer defeat
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| What’s good?
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| I don’t know why I get high
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| Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God
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| Got broken wings but I’m still fly
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| Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God
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| What’s your addiction? |
| (Yeah) Is it money?
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| Is it girls? |
| Is it trees? |
| I can’t admit it (Yeah)
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| I need God to keep workin' on me
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| But what’s the difference if you choose to cruise through the hood In big-body
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| Benzes on D’s? |
| (On D’s)
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| Oh, you like to ball 'til you fall?
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| And wouldn’t lend a blanket to a nigga even if he gon' freeze? |
| Please
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| Some drank (Some drank), some smoke (Some smoke)
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| Some judge other people, some don’t (Some don’t)
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| We all buy from corporations that fund genocide
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| Military supplies to the young cult, cope
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| But anyways, you don’t need trees to get a fade
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| I get up like I saw police and hit the gate
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| You don’t need pills to elevate
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| Just remember to stay strong and pray for better days
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| I’m high
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| I don’t know why I get high
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| Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God
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| Got broken wings but I’m still fly
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| Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God
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| Feelin' below the weather like I’m underneath a storm cloud (Cloud)
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| I hear the rain, I’m prayin' that it keep pourin' down (Pourin' down)
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| Lord knows we battled so many woes
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| Traveled so many miles, our Nike soles have worn out
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| Uh, I go to church to listen (Yeah)
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| The music had me lifted, the sermon left me conflicted (Yeah)
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| The one who holds the throne said, «Cast the first stone
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| Only if you never sinned», and you callin' yourself a Christian?
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| Well, As-Salaam-Alaikum to my haters (Haters)
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| Peace be unto you, hypocritical instigators
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| Church players, pulpit pimps, and divinators
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| I pray the congregation can march to a different cadence
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| Sparkin' a different strand with papers in different flavors (Yeah)
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| Smellin' like an outcast, hop on this elevator
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| We gone (We gone) and that’s some shit I speak on
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| Only 'cause I been through it, you preach but we live music
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| Let’s go
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| I don’t know why I get high
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| Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God
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| Got broken wings but I’m still fly
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| Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God |