First Draft Lyrics Jackie Hill-Perry
I got this trauma in my body
Only John I’m mobbing with is the beloved
Not the Gotti, bad boys they like to party
I don’t Diddy bop or hit the Milly Wop
This feeling got me feeling sorry
For everybody I forgot to love ’cause it’s personal
I reject the hug ’cause my daddy didn’t
The baggie with the crack up in it
Held his hand more than me, uh
And you wonder why I cap at feelings
Ask for vengeance, I’m back up in it with the task to finish
The mission been it, I bend this sentence
If adjectives given magic
Then this is for bunny rabbits who cap for mentions
They target baby Christians, give ’em garbag_ to his audience
Like th_y name is Brenda, think it’s crazy, Gnarles Barkley
Or you can call it Bishop, coo-coo with the juice
Uh, breaking bread, bloody red
Body broke for who?
Said what I said
You don’t like it, shoot the deuce
Ain’t a dice game, this is life, fame
Ain’t real, it’s a price
Fangs to the right vein, I ain’t healed yet
Isaiah 53, yeah, I feel that
Got some angels rolling with us
See the wheels yet?
That’s Ezekiel, peekaboo
People who teaching fools to critique the truth
Getting thunderbolts like Pikachu
When the reaper shoot
I ain’t duckin’ em, death is gains
So I’m repping name, you can’t muscle Him
Bang
Ooh (Juberlee)
Yeah, eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe, if he holla, let it go
If it’s ’bout a dollar, I won’t bother
Dollars got ya throat, collars ’bout to choke
Dreaming big, I’m ’bout to cop the goat
Joseph got the quote, papa Doc forgot to box the goat
Aerogopas folk, baccarat them boppers toxic, woah
Got to watch ya nose, breath
Got a God that knows me better than I know myself
Wear them red letters like some feathers
Meta guess the text, put death to flesh
Now, ugh, the funeral coming for whoever want it
I’m one of them ones who done it and summoned
The reaper to keep us from thinking it’s up
Who keeping us up, a legion is feigning for Jesus to leave us
The thief is the plug, the reason for blood
I need ’em to feed us and meet us, don’t leave it to Beaver
Just leave it to Jesus, the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Never wore those, I’ma put it on
Shoulda tore clothes, if a Pharisee scared of heresy
Who the heretic? Is it jealousy?
Making video after video
Pointing fingers in between the ad space
Watched five minutes, blinked while in it
One snippet did it, guess I had planks