Boogey - Sanctum lyrics

[Verse 1:Boogey] I'm flipping through Bible Pages I'm Looking for something Inside to save me Anything about endurance And having faith in a deity Anything about descriptions Of Jesus' face in them Paintings There's a Cloth with the blood pattern of his face when he stained it? Absent-minded in Sunday school And now whenever Producers ask me when I'mma have the time to voice, I say Sunday's cool Don't get me wrong, God is first But I'm beginning to think That he lives inside of us And not in church Tunde's papa died, and that tortured him Mine alive; are you saying I go to ma** more than him Y'all make it look like the size Of your cash offering Bought a one way ticket to heaven, flying past all the Sinners No heresy, no blasphemy, just an awesome thinker With a computer mind, and the rhymes go through that Colour printer And so the picture vivid, Every pixel in it This is truth but I ain't tryna replace the scriptures with it Just Listen. Chill my n***a just listen I find peace in my inner Sanctum I look for God and then I Thank him; for this [Hook: JaneSam] Happy day Oh happy day Oh happy day Oh happy day [Verse 2: Boogey] My name is Musa and I'm a m**m Been pushing to marry Mary; My parents think it's some bullsh** What will your kids do? Go to church and take communion Or go to mosque for prayers and always do ablution I just wish they would be Open-minded Her parents too; I hope they find it In their hearts to let us tie the Knot Or we just might elope and tie it I was the one who broke her hymen What if I wrote and signed it On that piece of paper? Peace you haters It feels like we been released from cages She got the keys to her father's jeep, we'll take it And then speed away, until we reach a place where Nobody cares about your method of worship And every pastor just a regular person No jets in his purchase And every celebrity cares More about the lives he touches And not about the bottles he popping, and dimes he f**ing Not only concerned about the swag Walking with a limp; somebody have the doctor Prescribe some crutches Imagine me being tired of rapping Ain't getting paid All these people do is admire my actions Imagine ‘em calling me a Legend Or comparing me to ‘em after this But I ain't hearing ‘em from Inside of my casket Took my time chasing Greatness I desire it faster Got the fire, the pa**ion If I just happen To drop an album Would you buy it in traffic Or drive and pa** it? Would your answer be the same if I die in a crash And have these s**ers saying my mixtape was entirely cla**ic? Y'all returning the love when the recipient absent She be talkin' ‘bout she misses me But stupid this me make the most of all this Quality time while we have it They like “No, Boogey, please you not leaving Hiphop Around here will prolly die the day you stop breathing You gotta be patient. They will relate in due time They will catch up to your pace as mediocrity declines” Aight, I'll think about it Damn, I just thought about it Half these n***as get talked about, after their coffins grounded How about it. Right on the grave A lonely Flower sprouted A fruit of my inner sanctum I'll find God thank him for this [Hook: JaneSam]