I Thank God ft. Austin Friel Lyrics

I'm the problem to everyone

Fuckin kill em all when it's dropping

Never stopping the mental block of a lost cause

I roll my blunts with gun powder and sulfur, never safe, never pass those ones around with the friends

I'm not gonna hop on trends

Off the trolley with a pocket of amends

The clock stopped so imma keep it one hundred

Fuck it imma cock it back, blow up in the sunset

Go up to my favorite demon tell em he was right all along

I'm just as strong as a brand new glass bong

Hold me wrong, I'll fall down, break

A shape shifter but never fix the broken

Imma suffice to the pain and get on the X factor

Watch yo best friend suck a hunnid dicks to get a big ol check

Keep your mouth to yourself

Keep that loud to yourself

Feed em baby spoons of this shit

Someone needs to get her in check yo

Always trippin on my own feet

I'm gunnin for a spot on the top,

Hit the g spot

Piss off

Get off to a whole lotta bullshit

I thank God

For my time

On this earth

Don't waste mine

I thank God

I thank God

I thank God

I got the patience

I got the stage set

What's with the fuck shit

Don't y'all love shit?

Don't ya love this

Wouldn't ya put a ring on your bitch?

Tell me yea

Tell me yea

Tell me everything about life then ya dip,

that's the shit

When ya get lost

Send a prayer up, to get God

Pretend your the shit

Til you get got

Pretend you're that bitch

Til you get got

Give everything that I got til I got none

Pull up in Russia with a brand new shot gun

Slugs to shells, my brain is in hell

Follow the train, mafia with the cocaine

Madre left me with a curse

I couldn't curve

Bipolar motherfucker, what's the word, you sure?

150 on the dash

Don't tell em I'll crash

I got my problems and I've got no clue

I jot all my of my feelings down

But they were so blue

I could use another trip down to heaven's gates, surely I do