Sanctum ft. Jane Sam Lyrics

Verse 1:

I’m flipping through Bible pages.

I’m looking for something inside to save me.

Anything about endurance and having faith in a deity.

Anything about descriptions of Jesus’ face in them paintings.

There’s a Cloth with the blood pattern of his face when he stained it?

Absent-minded in Sunday school

And now whenever producers ask me when I’mma have the time to voice, I say Sunday’s cool.

Don’t get me wrong, God is first

But I’m beginning to think that he lives inside of us and not in church.

Tunde’s papa died, and that tortured him.

Mine alive; are you saying I go to mass more than him?

Y’all make it look like the size of your cash offering.

Bought a one way ticket to heaven, flying past all the sinners.

No heresy, no blasphemy, just an awesome thinker

With a computer mind, and the rhymes go through that colour printer

And so the picture vivid

Every pixel in it

This is truth but I ain’t tryna replace the scriptures with it

Just Listen …..Chill my nigga just listen

I find peace in my inner sanctum

I look for God and then I thank him; for this

Chorus:

Happy day

Oh happy day

Oh happy day

Oh happy day

Verse 2:

My name is Musa and I’m a Muslim

Been pushing to marry Mary; my parents’ think its some bullshit

What will your kids do: go to church and take communion?

Or go to mosque for prayers, and always do ablution

I just wish they would be open-minded

Her parents too; I hope they find it

In their hearts to let us tie the knot

Or we just might elope and tie it

I was the one who broke her hymen

What if I wrote and signed it

On that piece of paper

Peace you haters

It feels like we been released from cages

She got the keys to her father’s jeep, we’ll take it

And then speed away, until we reach a place where

Nobody cares about your method of worship

And every pastor just a regular person

No jets in his purchase

And every celebrity cares more about the lives he touches

And not about the bottles he popping, and dimes he fucking

Not only concerned about the swag, walking with a limp; somebody have the doctor prescribe some crutches.

Imagine me being tired of rapping

Ain’t getting paid all these people do is admire my actions.

Imagine ‘em calling me a legend or comparing me to ‘em after this

But I ain’t hearing ‘em from inside of my casket.

Took my time chasing greatness, I desire it faster.

Got the fire, the passion, if I just happen

To drop an album, would you buy it in traffic?

Or drive and pass it?

Would your answer be the same if I die in a crash?

And have these suckers saying my mixtape was entirely classic?

Girl returning the love when the recipient absent.

She be talkin’ ‘bout she misses me, but stupid this me

Make the most of all this quality time while we have it.

They like “No, Boogey, please, you not leaving.

Hiphop around here will prolly die the day you stop breathing.

You gotta be patient: they will relate in due time

They will catch up to your pace as mediocrity declines”

Aight, I’ll think about it.

Damn, I just thought about it.

Half these niggas get talked about, after their coffins grounded.

How about it

Right on the grave, a lonely flower sprouted

A fruit of my inner sanctum

I’ll find God thank him for this

Chorus:

Happy day

Oh happy day

Oh happy day

Oh happy day