God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Kill your conscience Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts Kill your conscience, better you than me You're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Yeah you're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Back for more of what you love Back for more of

Oh oh oh oh You make me! One for sure All my life I've been I've been waiting for someone like you, yeah You'll want some more You'll need some more

Bucket list, drop top 'Rari, scratch that off my bucket list Bucket list, make a match and scratch that off my bucket list Bucket list, super bad bitch and she rich like Gucci rich Bucket list, no more sellin' bricks, that's off my bucket list Bucket

I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more (Lord, save the world) I just pour 'til I can't pour no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more

Peter Piper picker, I never kept her Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke Right out the ghetto,

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

We all hurt We all need We all cry, we all bleed. We have hope I've come to understand this If I could do more I promise you I would, Whisper your grief Scream your sorrow Proclaim your love

Ay, bitch I been goin' and goin' like the Energizer Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah In the cut, smokin' on indica Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her

I'll be your baby tonight Close your eyes, close the door You don't have to worry anymore Shut the light, shut the shade You don't have to be afraid Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away We're gonna forget it That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a