Pray For Coachella Lyrics

Face in my hands

Nigga, damn

You won't understand

Heaven want me and the demons want me

I'm in high demand

Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

On the run

Tell my mom I love her

I ain't get the chance

In the Hills looking for a profit

Saving for my sins

Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

Want a hundred bands

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

God damn, I said yeah

What a shame, still alive

Probably because I'm God's favourite asset

Ball hog

Niggas want me dead, I ain't pass yet

All star

Said to calm it down, I ain't gassed yet

Liable to do anything for the cash cheque

I got bad debt

So don't be surprised, when the pandemic ends

And I still got a mask on, with the devil in my eyes

I'm a magnet for bad shit

That includes: bad bitches, bad business

I'ma tell the teller "Put the cash in it!"

Bitch, I'm Penn & Teller, with the pen

I've been a magician

Ain't no telling how he did it

Secrets scratched into the ceiling of my coffin

And I got a tally for the niggas that I'm offing

Took my kindness for weakness, you lost me in the process

Tell the credit bureau spin the block until they're nauseas

I already offed it

Face in my hands

Nigga, damn

You won't understand

Heaven want me and the demons want me

I'm in high demand

Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

On the run

Tell my mom I love her

I ain't get the chance

In the Hills looking for a profit

Saving for my sins

Laughing with The Man in the sky, when I made my plans

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

Want a hundred bands

God damn

Pray for Coachella

Want a hundred bands

God damn, I said yeah