Holy Holy (Ft. Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid)

Produced by: Om'Mas Keith, Tae Beast & Cam O'bi

<Intro: Vic Mensa>

Cam, whattup bro?

Rest in peace Killa Cam

<Verse 1: Vic Mensa>

I been smokin' that can't you tell, I'm high as hell

Hide my pain, but I hide it well, die for thinkin' like Galileo

Posted with my homies, brosky rollin' OZs

Hope this stogie that we smoking help me fake forget I'm lonely

Lonely Massachusetts, on the road, no roadies

Wrote this song inside my notebook

Smoke this Tunechi, think of Tony

He was only 20, took one in the tummy

Caught a bullet to the backbone by the hand of his own homie

<Bridge: Vic Mensa>

Holy Jesus, holy holy

Holy Jesus, holy holy

Holy Jesus, holy holy

Holy Jesus, holy holy

<Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid>

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

<Verse 2: Vic Mensa>

Call your grandma, go light this L, go post bro bail

Hate to spend your last night in jail

Make a plan and try to make amends

Or maybe take a stand and tell how you feel

Sentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God, question

What would people think about if I died?

I wonder sometimes if this music I

Make would keep me alive

But what if my tape never dropped or my album had flopped

Or I stopped at a red light and a semi-truck ran into my ride

What would my obituary column be?

How would they color me in the media? Wikipedia follow me

Would you follow my failures or mail your family apologies?

Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one that lost

Well I'm watchin' from the side like a six man

Feelin' like Marlon Wayans but without the white chicks man

I remember when they killed Killa Cam on Stoney

Got it tattooed on my wrist in memory of my big homie

<Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid>

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

<Verse 3: Ab-Soul>

See these the type of records make me think about Alori

It kills me inside we can't hear her side of the story

I kept my Metro PCS with all of our text messages

As evidence that I was thinking holy matrimony

Holy moly was I incorrect, chain smokin' cigarettes

My tee is wrinkled but the irony is that I'm so depressed

Ain't no gettin' over this, I just lost my everything

Meanin' that even me breathing now is inhumane

She live through me until I die, this what love sound like

I'm her baby boy, she my rib I'm always by her side

God, lend me my angel for a day or so

I'd pack up all my sins in every L I blow and let 'em go

<Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid>

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

Who can see the future? We may never know it

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?

<Outro: Vic Mensa>

Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies

Smoke down, get drunk, have a party

Fall in love with you

Wonder if you still remember me

Or would you just fade away?