Elijah Wiggins - AriZonas on a Tuesday lyrics

[Verse 1: Elijah Wiggins] Good morning you don't really know nothing 'bout me God put his hand in this so you don't need to doubt me Excellence I need excellence to surround me My little black book got 1 numbers it's astounding Odd ball I'm not really up on pro tools All y'all got these busy schedules I'm just chomping down on produce Bang hear the shot did I scare them off KIDD on the beat got young Tropp in my catalog And all of this is real talk God is moving heavily it's heavenly when I walk I'm working by myself I don't really need a sidekick Married to the music so sleep is like my side chick No beef man I'm on a strict diet Same team as kings and these misfits all invited Them weird kids got a touch kinda like Midas All gold everything alchemy peep the science What you know about my God though He the dude who been making young Pica**o's Selah I remember when I had a Caesar I knew I was a piece of something great like that pizza that you're eating My girl is getting tired because I thank God it's the WKND Weird kids never die I guess I'll let that mantra sink in I'm bout to make some shirts for when you're chilling on the weekend All you're friends will ask you questions while they party play the Weeknd Boy it's Tuesday I got the church going up Only sipping living water but the spirit got my drunk Dancing like I'm David you can't catch me when I run Because I chow down on his flesh and covered in that red rum And that's the realest talk you've never heard You can check my album if you're looking for some crucial word You can check my doctrine if you think I'm not speaking truth New slaves breaking chains laying bars in my room I feel hood with my pants up My God pouring blessing like grandma on her grandson Rolling in a caliber never had a phantom Still grinding to the bone til my tithe is a grand son And SATX be that promised land Arizona tea got me felling like I'm Peter Pan Lost boy outside of Neverland Neverland why do I need feet again?