SnowKing - Flannel 1877 lyrics

To believe in spirituality i am trying To split prayers from science Crushed sour on my flannel eyeing Fox news went to that from star fox still i am A kid who gets judged by plants now My homie a plant now because of a judge Why the ones seated help him decide when All we do is show love At least for now Cause we dont want him to miss his last poor christmas What now I scratch my palm with my teeth Fast money coming i feel it Whats even faster is when i drive To my goddess with the highest thighs With her Crown to the ceiling She listens to a real n***a Always watches the news Knows when you gon trip Cause shes taller than you So im never trippin Plus my drug tolerance low Did so much d** to be heard from other worlds To f** hoes That be in the Beatles concert Yea i got a time machine Thoughts louder than my house too Echoing questions of who i am and means But my goddess, goddess keep me way less anxious Goal is to have my next and her not speak the same language Honest Honesty honest She say oh johnny when my name is Bon Foster I'm that n***a that person While kids having a staring contest with a blinking cursor Sad King of the youth i am Making a see through mask to rob the f**ing bank I'll be the popular n***a with money on your dashboard Entertain the ones that's mad bored With no friends but a laptop A dealer with a flip phone Weak cash flow Been driving quicker I hate limits Act slow I will hate ya I take a ticket to heaven mister As long as i can wear black Sour on my flannel I feel hands on my ankles News reporter moving slow I hear the judge gavel slam On a frozen lake in Junio Traumatic cinema we all drowning and you know You know