lyrics
God!
This is how it feels to be successful
Made a few mistakes, no regrets though
No better day than tomorrow
So fight through the sorrow, ya time here is borrowed
It all fades away, get ta actin'
Love goals, I'm all about action
Everybody knows I got the passion
And if she nasty, she call me Atman, whoa
Rappers forgot about rappin'
You're all on a ship with no captain
As far as you can see, you a has-been
Half a hairpin, Nair skim 'cross ya abdomen
Clean, buried in diamonds
Lowkey stylin', ya girl gimme hymen
Sincere, shift altitude like a pilot
Attitude: Grindin', clips in my linen
Chillin' wit a rack, got a sack from the forest
Shorty bring it back, and she act all explorative
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Chillin' wit a rack, got a sack from the forest
Shorty bring it back, and she act all explorative
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Smooth criminal, steal the soul of a vixen
Move intervals like nodes, keep listenin'
The best thing in life is happy black women
To get a pot to piss in, you have to fight the system
Couple hot tracks, here come the employers
Record labels, get at me dog, like the Hoyas
Bad chick in the whip lookin' like Le'Toya
Pay some of her bills bill bills, Ima spoil her
Sike, she feelin' like a loiterer
I don't play games bruh, take that to Toys R Us
She in the ball pit like a snorkeler
It's bouncy in the crib when I'm boinkin' her
All jokes aside, he's a gentlemen-
If I let her in, we'll retire like Letterman
A.T. floats with the best of 'em
Trust me, nobody's ahead of him
Chillin' wit a rack, got a sack from the forest
Shorty bring it back, and she act all explorative
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Chillin' wit a rack, got a sack from the forest
Shorty bring it back, and she act all explorative
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
Beat sound joyous, hope you enjoy it
What you mean God, what you mean God?
Not a single thing can save you from me
Cautious
Cautious
Every day
I've surpassed everyone who's ever loved me
Except me, cause I love myself the most
I am so GONE, beyond anybody's hope
This the realest flow, realest thing that's come out of my throat
Get out of your feelings, bro, that's reserved for my foes
We are kingpins, get every piece across the board
Do not king them, surround yourself with strong women
Let that seep in, do not get lost in the sequence
Grab my hand as we approach the deep end
Please do not tell me 'bout God, you know nothing
Someone lock the front door, Dylann Roof is coming
You people are racist, you all need a face-lift
Someone get my tools, Ima put 'em where your face is
I do not care about your middle class problems, solve them
Why is morality playing possum?
Why does everybody lack conscience? All I see are monsters
Skeletons do not belong in closets, run that back
Skeletons do not belong in closets
I swear I will body your philosophy in context
You should be the change that you want to see
Be like me, don't be like Mike
Be yourself, we'll be aiight
Trust me dog, we'll be aiight
We'll be aiight (yeah, yeah!)
We'll be aiight (yeah, yeah!)
Lord, oh Lord, I jus' might die tonight (yeah, yeah!)
We'll be aiight (yeah, yeah!)
We'll be aiight (yeah, yeah!)
Lord, oh Lord, you jus' might die tonight
credits
from
God of New England,
released January 10, 2019
Produced by Atman
Writer / Composer: Atman
Mixing & Mastering: Atman
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