RAISE THE DEAD Lyrics

RIP to conversations that I leave on read

I’m here getting bread

Don’t care what you said

I don’t raise the dead

RIP to conversations that I leave on read

I’m here getting bread

Don’t care what you said

I don’t raise the dead

I be working harder overtime

Making water wine

I could turn a fish to mermaid

I could make her fine

I could turn a shooter to a priest

He’ll be so divine

You think I just said all that to keep me in this flimsy rhyme

Damn! You right I could do this shit the fvcking way I want

Every record came from me to tell you bitches said I won

I make music and my merch and all 'CRVSADERS' said “I want”

And I’m thankful to my Father and the Angels I’m the

Move any inch or move any second

Then I go Wesley I’m gonna snipe em'

Touch any beat and it turn to an anthem

And I make jam for the girls and the man dem

Out the studio, man’s a...

And I'm a...

Imma hit…

Imma hit thousands, millions, billions

And I mean streamers

And I need dreamers

Most these people forming believers

They’re like Judas

Y’all need Jesus

And I need scissors

So I can cut you all to...

Outta my business

Outta my Eden

You're forbidden

I’ll keep changing y’all like...

I don’t go back to relationship when I sink em'

RIP to conversations that I leave on read

I’m here getting bread

Don’t care what you said

I don’t raise the dead

RIP to conversations that I leave on read

I’m here getting bread

Don’t care what you said

I don’t raise the dead