Paschals Lyrics – EARTHGANG

Paschals Lyrics by EARTHGANG

Here we go
Put your, uh
Put your hands in your pants and rap along
Rap along

Hi God
Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi
Hi God, it’s me again
Hi God, it’s me again

Sometimes it seems like you don’t even miss our conversations at all
And it’s nobody’s fault
But it’d be nice if you called
Check and see on how I’m doing

Or whatever {?}
Lotta n#gg#s never play
And brag on how they never lose
Confused in the middle of the desert

Petals underneath my shoes
The oasis is my city
In the land of who’s who’s
And who’s not so much

And whose got more bucks
Oh that’s cute
Y’all still slice your wrists horizontal
You must miss your momma

You must miss the social worker
Asking bout’ your problems
I was on that boat last autumn
In a clinic full of childhood fathers

“Oh no, no, no, he’s a murder” like Gucci
And that fetus still haunts my dreams
And the demons in my skull still refuse to scream
And honestly the whisper’s way much worse for me

What’s the point of being sick when everybody’s doing shots
What’s the point in being quick when don’t nobody carry clocks
Every time I show my dick another sl#t is very shocked
Eskimo brothers with J.I.D thanks to Suzy’s rotten crotch

Deposit cough drops in the esophagus of all the b#tches
And afterwards we call it quits, uh, I got a main
Shrooms every afternoon and I ain’t got a stain
Immortality is yours when you fall in love with pain

And all this for some hardwood floors
And for some matching Jett Jackson doors
And I be so obtuse in these hoes
I got that God juice leaking out my pores

Leaking out my pores
For some hardwood floors
And matching famous Jett Jackson doors
And I be obtuse all up in them hoes

I got that God juice leaking out my pores
Leaking out my pores
Paranoia growing on me like sequoias
A one way ticket

I’m people watching
The pocket man {?}
A little needle nostalgia
But all seeing

All things considered
All being
Bless your heart baby
You’ve been out here all evening

Let me pour your
Sorrows up take them clothes off for cleaning
But I’ma show you how it go
And I’ma turn you to a man

You so managed though
It’s prolly cause I’m from the land of soul children
And cold victims
And old folks yelling

“No, no, let me go mister”
So we breaking the mold
The new story
Your b#tch bed

Posted through two stories
I be doing the most
You know if it ain’t enough {?}
That sh#t ain’t enough taxing and

They don’t really give a f#ck
Just keep it on, that’ll end
And if you think that’s cold
Then you in for a battle man

I’d really like to know how you keep it all shackled in
I’m sure a little bottle poppin’
Little weekend model toppin’
Lets get nasty let’s get off or roll a joint

All seem to suffice
Until that next checkpoint
And you’re Mario Kartin’
And you’re falling apart

And like “Aw, damage them lights”
And then you feel like some mice
Can’t make a left nor a right
Oh this one hell of a night

And then the split second pondering your purpose in life
Pockets done swole up like rice
I had to get so enlightened
All this for some hardwood floors

And for some matching Jett Jackson doors
And I be so obtuse in these hoes
I got that God juice leaking out my pores
Leaking out my pores

For some hardwood floors
And matching famous Jett Jackson doors
And I be obtuse all up in them hoes
I got that God juice leaking out my pores

Leaking out my pores
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EARTHGANG Lyrics – Paschals

EARTHGANG

Paschals