Jesus ft. Jaep Lyrics

Yo, I been feeling like an all-star

I'm Ken Griffey in a sports car

Or Steph Curry with the Porsche, dawg, nine eleven flying

Through this motherfucking traffic, hear the motherfucking sirens

So I flick the ash away and try to stuff the cash away

Said I'd rather pass away or blast a K, than catch a case

So the pills, I cascaded, down the hatch, evaporated

It ain't to be sedated, way I see it, elevated

I slide by on the shoulder, to the right side

I'm quite high, see an edible, but it's bite sized

I might fly, feel Incredible just like Bob Parr

Accepting the inevitable, my life was so memorable

No scale here is measurable to weigh out the pleasurable

Things and expensive flings, they in my mind, so treasurable

My conscious on a pedestal, raise it up and let it fall

They sleeping on my ass, off that motherfucking Benadryl

I'm diving in the deep end, but only for the weekend

'Cause my body takes a beating, wheezing while I'm chiefing

Sleep is for the weak, and I ain't been in weeks, man

My everyday life is like I'm motherfucking dreaming

Repeat the sequence 'til my lungs stop breathing

'Til my heart stops beating, 'til my tongue stops speaking

Believe it, they living in the pretense, don't need it

Smoking on sativa got me dodging every defense

Jesus (Praise the Lord)

Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn

I said Jesus (Praise the Lord)

Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Jesus (Praise the Lord)

Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-damn

I said Jesus (Praise the Lord)

Oh-damn, yo-damn, yo-hear I am (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Life is short, feeling like a sinner trying to praise the Lord

Fuck all the assumptions cause I'm not the man they take me for

Come down off my high, light the blunt and I get faded more

Life's a bitch, so I'd rather die than fuck that crazy whore

Riding in the whip, the Daytona straight from '84

Bumping on that Clipse, I'm the Pusha want an eighth or more?

Now we headlining, me and Jaepy about to take a tour

Remember days when we opened up like some Mercedes doors

Pull up your bitch, tell her climb in that whip

I just copped the new jawn with the 5 percent tint

Lighting up an L (L) as we slide to the crib

Get into the crib (Crib) and now she riding that dick

Jordan Fours on me got me looking flyer than a bitch

Hand me the lighter put the fire to my spliff

Eyes wide, tweaking like I'm wired off a brick

Floating in the sky, bitch, I'm higher than a blimp

We on top now, come and see the compound

And we got the squad out, about to shut the block down

Said we about to rock out, all you see is pot clouds

And the opps down, so it's like it's the perfect time to drop now, mhm

Praise the Lord

Amen

Praise the Lord

Uh-huh, uh-huh