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Let’s bow our head, both hands fuck it Lord bless our food Bless our mood Bless our homies Bless our girl Bless our thoughts Bless our ad-libs Lord bless our food Bless our mood Bless our homies Bless our girl Bless our thoughts Bless our ad-libs This is non fiction This is non fiction I’m tired of fucking these fucking these ungrateful girls Tried to go big on me told her don’t do that Feelings of betrayal let my lungs collapse Woke up this morning bitch I’m done with rap I need something realer, this ain’t no run of the mill This Aaliyah’s "One in a Million" still y’all boys don’t feel him I've set examples for the children SongtexteCan't lie I do enjoy me a pilsner Standout like Jameis Winston around these Dilfords The hood Quintin Tarantino jacket real fur Told her don’t suck me off we gotta chill first J Skillz say he coming after Spielberg I rather live in St. Kitts than see trial Hit Pacific Dining Car then blow a cloud This AMG is what we floating in now Time heals open wounds reconcile Lord bless our food Bless our mood Bless our homies Bless our girl Bless our thoughts Bless our ad-libs This is non fiction This is non fiction We need a SOS I think we need a SOS For all this lack of love Running to Vegas let’s peace up Bump into Karrueche while eating brunch We use to stay at the Flamingo can’t even front Told myself I gotta be rich at least once So ask Gavin McNeal he know what’s up As long as we got each other we got enough Signing docs for the house gave me paper cuts I wish that for all my live and my dead niggas I can feel your soul bumping through the system We used to drink and drive out to riverside Living dangerous as fuck These stipends ain’t enough you give me 15 bucks What I'm 'posed to do with that I’m getting skinny but I’m counting racks Health is wealth what’s going on she ain’t calling back I done really fucked up this time Look like I done really fucked up this time I’m on from January 'til December Alkaline water and tequila in my liver Smokers Club papers with the kush in the center Never no cocaine in it I can’t hang with it I might jump, I already wore my Armani suit too much Lord bless our food Bless our mood Bless our homies Bless our girl Bless our thoughts Bless our ad-libs This is non fiction This is non fiction Give credit where it’s due at Give credit where it’s due at SOS, I think we need a SOS Yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania