Dom Kennedy - The Resurrection lyrics

[Intro : Dom Kennedy] Let’s bow our head, both hands f** it [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] 2x 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 [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] I’m tired of f**ing these f**ing these ungrateful girls Tried to go big on me told her don’t do that Feelings up a trial let my lungs collapse Woke up this morning b**h I’m done with rap I need something realer This ain’t no run up to the mill This Aliyah’s one in a million but still y’all boys don’t feel I set examples for the children K live doing (?) appeals Standout like Jameis Winston around these Dilfords The hood Quincy Tarantino jacket real fur Told her don’t s** me off we gotta chill first Jay Sk** say he coming after Spielberg I rather live in St. — than see trial Hit Pacific Diner Car then blow a cloud This AMG is what we floating in now Time heals open wounds reconcile [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] 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 [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] We need a SOS I think we need a SOS For all this Mack of Love Running to Vegas let’s peace up Bump into Karrchue while eating brunch We use to stay at the flamingo can’t even front Told myself I gotta be rich at least once So asked Gavin McNeal he know what’s up As long as we got each other we got enough Signing docs at the house gave me paper cuts I wished that for my life and my dead n***as I can feel your soul bumping through the system We use to drink and drive out to riverside Living dangerous as f** These snipers ain’t enough to get me 15 bucks What am I suppose 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 f**ed up this time Look like I done really really f**ed up this time I’m off from January until December Alkaline water and tequila in my liver Smoke this club papers with the kush in the center Never no c**aine in it I can’t hang with it I might jump, I already wore my Armani suit too much [Chorus: Dom Kennedy] 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