Lil Dicky - Could I B Jesus lyrics

[Intro: Lil Dicky] Yuh Just saying yuh sounds like you're jocking Drake So annoying Illa, illa, illa, illa, ill Yuh, yuh [Verse 1: Lil Dicky] I used to go out to the Y, Friday nights On the outskirts of Philly I'm dropping dimes to this night In the outskirts you feel me? And I done been saving my good sh** up Old b**hes now, yeah they would get up Winklevoss twins, yeah I could get f**ed Chinese food, yeah I could get duck (uh) [Bridge: Brain] Brain give a f** 'bout an old b**h Brain give a f** 'bout dat hoe Brain got head on the snowlift Brain cold its a fact hoe [?] I'm ballin' (ooh) [?] I'm ballin' [Verse 2: Lil Dicky & Brain ] One, two time for the sixers If this b**h get it for the rough Gotta put her on the bench for a lil Ben Simmons Might could ride would like [?] Still gotta lick gelato Feel like I hit the lotto Brain never bag a proper Brain f**ed Aunt Jemimah I don't get head on the freeway That is forbidden like ebay She playing with Jimmy like D Wade She wanna stop at the B.K We don't go out, she a cheap date I'm straight to the a** like a cheesecake We run this sh** back like a replay Mutual orgasm, we came [Chorus: Brain] Wait, could I be Jesus? Wait, could I be Jesus? Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way) Hey, could I be Jesus? Wait, could I be Jesus? Holy like Jesus I'm like the cross [Verse 3: Lil Dicky & Brain] Oh, my word Oh, my god I was overweight today but now I'm a model I don't eat the p**y for free Touchy, I get p**y, I be f**ing these streets Ichiar deli my P got a nut out the purple like jelly I'm buzzin', buzzin' like a left behind celly My DM x-rated like critics, the belly I got the coldest cuts around like a deli (ah) Used to be in love with Aliyah Used to be in love with Daria sh** on these rappers like diarrhea Brain with the dope like a mob boss Chapo Chapo Chapo Brain Stay with the peace like Gandhi Blocka blocka, know what I'm sayin'? (yah) Brain like Mike, like Shad Moss Brain like, might like shamone Brain might f** your b**h When he done, might ask your ex for a ride home Rollin' up the bud, rollin' up the club, rollin' up the work Pourin' up the Bud, blowin' up the drug Leavin' out the back, damn this work Haven't thrown a punch in about five years Last time I did I broke my wrist On my friend Glen's bu*t Damn, that s**ed Had to jerk off with the left hand (but you learned your lesson!) Ain't nobody in my category I'm a vet, I'm with it like it's Scattergories I was over-doubted, now I'm overcrowded But I'm extroverted, don't you ever doubt it Gotta lot of money, but I never count it Competition fun, but they ain't never 'bout it I was searching for it but I never found it Like an Oreo up in a power outage (let's go!) [Chorus: Brain] Wait, could I be Jesus? Wait, could I be Jesus? Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way) Hey, could I be Jesus? Wait, could I be Jesus? Holy like Jesus I'm like the cross [Outro: Brain] Oh, man Hope I'm not Jesus But I also wanna get s**ed Brain