Closer to God

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m trying to get closer to God

God broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby I’m tryna get closer, Closer to God

All praise to the most high

life’s a beach so I’m driving up the coastline

thinking about the places where I spent the most time

stayed fresher than button ups and bow ties

cutting up in the church pews

son of a preacher mayne momma sang blues

church hymns paid the rent, momma paid dues

my daddy bought him a caddy, my cousin just bang ru’s, whoop

my older brother bang I.F.

stumbled in the church and heard the biggest lie yet

said if you love God, you’d give up the ganja

long before kush, broke *****s would buy stress but umm

you don’t condemn the lying and the greed

if a shepherd drives sheep you need a license to lead

I bought into the game, I wish I kept the receipt

with the spirit in my corner I’ll never suffer defeat, what’s good

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m trying to get closer to God

God broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby I’m tryna get closer, Closer to God

What’s your addiction

is it money, is it girls, is it trees?

I can admit it

I need God to keep working on me

but what’s the difference if you choose to cruise through the hood in big body benzes on dees

or you like to ball ‘til you fall

but wouldn’t give a blanket to a ***** even if he gon’ freeze, please

some drank, some smoke, some judge other people, some don’t

we all buy from corporations that fund genocide militant supplies to the young cult

but anyways, you don’t need trees to get a fade

I get up like I saw police and hit the gate

you don’t need pills to elevate

just remember to stay strong and pray for better days…

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m trying to get closer to God

God broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby I’m tryna get closer, Closer to God

Feeling below the weather like I’m underneath a storm cloud

I hear the rain, I’m praying that it keep pouring down

lord knows we battle so many woes

traveled so many miles our Nike souls are worn out

I go to church to listen

the music had me lifted, the sermon left me conflicted

the one who holds the throne said cast the first stone only if you never sinned and you callin yourself a Christian

well As-salāmu ʿ******* to my haters

peace be unto you hypocritical instigators

church players, pulpit ****s divinators

I pray the congregation can march to a different cadence

sparking a different strand with papers of different flavors

smelling like an Outkast, hop on this elevator we gone

and that’s some **** I speak on only ‘cause I been through it

you preach but we live music, let’s go

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m trying to get closer to God

God broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby I’m tryna get closer, Closer to God