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dear god - wacko genius lyrics

[verse 1]
dear god
why my brethren don’t believe in you
i guess speeches of your heaven ain’t enough for proof
they would rather drown in spirits than to pray to you
selling cigarettes to kids guess we canibals
self-proclaiming intellects got my earbuds too
got it tatted on my chest say i’m sensible
start to blame it all on you when i self seclude
while the heavy silver spoon to my mouth like vroom
am i rewarded yet?
i can feel my sense of envy for their jordan sets
i keep telling me i’m ready when i’m not correct
know my pride is what protects me like a bullet vest
i’m just sitting in my room and consume every horrifying thoughts of my tomb
i consume every negativity that my girlfriend feeds me its easy to turn to
the bottle like “yeah let it breathe g”

[pre-hook]
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right

[hook]
everynight in my room and my head still tilts to the moon
everynight in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

[verse 2]
put my feelings in the sink i feel better already
tough guy in the skating rink pill ready heart heavy
peers around me acting gully really try to tar pit me
mummy daddy taught me well eye on the almighty
brother say he in a cell god i miss your fallen bed sheets
we been saving up your bail momma strugging to breastfeed
know my eyes see you the same license plates that i be repping
forgave you for your next sin raised you from a sapling
momma stackin all the napkins man i can’t imagine
saving up these penny dollars since 2k11
i’ve been texting hoes in college tryna find the message
failed to read between the lines she be driving reckless
roasting all the happy homies feeling like a savage
curving all the f-cking phonies thinking i was past this
start to think about my god and future casket
dreading boxing oxycotins and some older habits

[pre-hook]
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right
are we ready yet, right

[hook]
everynight in my room and my head still tilts to the moon
everynight in my room and my head still tilts to the moon

[verse 3]
f-ck the f-cking system we been ducking all the common senses
dreaming of these diamond necklace, model b-tches, tinted benzes
screaming “only god can judge me” sneaking through the federalists
seizing all the places i see this the life that i lead
feed these b-tches my seed make these beats in my sleep
smack the homies that beef smack the homies that speak
f-ck that school sh-t thats weak
from migos to uzi waiting alb-m release
ain’t seen my momma this week she having trouble to sleep
her son ain’t home after 3 she made him chicken that’s steamed
she left it all on the table just in case he not able to
have dinner that night she left the porch light on bright
rang his phone like 9 times asking god if he’s fine
he got 4 younger brothers that need attention and time
fear that his sinnings won’t get him straight to cloud 9
hope that god forgives him but ain’t for her to decide
dear god

- wacko genius lyrics

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