Текст lil darkie – I ONCE WAS…

I once knew a man named paul
He did everything anything
With his all
Tall men have to fall

Sit yo dumb ass down nigga
Or get to stepping
Bitch I’m repping heaven
Love is a weapon

My momma kept inside her
Sari
Talking dresses
Not sorry
You get the message
Atari
You got some classes
The weekend is there for blessings
I’m pressing

Why do aliens appear at the start of Ezekiel?
Why do God’s children murder people gays illegal?
No Jesus piece but I keep some gold my soul is regal
Don’t free the beast cause that nigga make it far from peaceful

Bitch 666
Corrupt your rhythm

Switch which fist hit
Fuck up the system

We can fade if you wanna nigga

Now I just wanna skip my classes
Make sure my grasses hit

Pass the sin
Pass the devil counter clockwise

Passive grin
You massive maggots I got hawk eyes

Finding God
Yeah, we can all fantasize
But it gets hard
To focus on bullshit when your
Grampa dies

Shoutout Paul
Rip

I do not believe in you
I don’t believe in me

None these faggots is real
I pray these niggas will leave me be

I’m plotting on the reaper too
Why I ain’t ever seen him

Recombine my DNA so I don’t
Ever have to meet him

Bumping X
Humping my X
I kept myself depressed

Rubber sex
Like fucking nothing
I need another neck

Misunderstood
Like letters on the wall
I might piss on yo hood
I make wetter your car

And you is just a basic bitch
You wear balenciagas

I got on my Asics bitch
I don’t need spend these dollars

You can try to race me bitch
In high school I was taller

Used to be an atheist
Fuck Yahweh and fuck Allah

I do not believe in you
I don’t believe in me

None these faggots is real
I pray these niggas will leave me be

I’m plotting on the reaper too
Why I ain’t ever seen him

Recombine my DNA so I don’t
Ever have to meet him

I don’t flee him
There ain’t nothing but perception
Learned the lesson
From praying no answer had to cut the resin out the smoking

No more juicing niggas had to cut the pressing out ya broken

On a crucible it bigger brown with all the read it soak in

I could pray but would it do anything but make me feel helpless
None my intentions seem to make a difference in what my wealth is
Crushing my hope, I woke up in a dream where the flowers wilt
Rushing my art yo won’t get cream if you drink up all the milk