The Alchemist - Drugs got me spiritual lyrics

[Intro:] f**ing d** got me Drugs got me spiritual f**ing d** got me Now I'm in my living room [Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Why the good will struggle, tryna' see a bigger picture Painting scriptures bout the trials of a young street n***a Mad weed and liquor got me whilin' Any day could hold my final hour So I appreciate my mama smilin' She tried to tell me no weapons against me prosper? I've been sinning so much that praying to god is feeling awkward These bright lights I see how they turn n***as to monsters I'm just running through my field of dreams like Kevin Costner Church, but don't find me in attendance Cause I feel if n***as is pretending they're not in his image Don't judge me, a little testy, and the line is thinning So much trouble with my mind, spark a line and get me twisted Can you dig it? I'm insane n***a, never find the same n***a Dancing in the rain high off pain k**ers And he depressed sitting next to the smith and wes And in case I feel like questioning Is there really a heaven? I'm gone [Hook:] So n***a ask when they look at you They see more than your physical I think these d** got me spiritual These f**ing d** got me spiritual Still young and dumb going numb in my living room f**ing d** got me Drugs got me spiritual f**in' d** got me spiritual When they look at you Still young and dumb going numb in my motha' f**ing living room [Verse 2:Remy Banks] My eyes lower than my bucket breh Tryna' avoid my future turning grim while whilin' in this world of sin Doing 90 switchin' lanes on the van wyck Without a care exhaling of the last hit They wanna' know how from living right? Read between the lines open your mind and see the world through my eyes Weed by the zip extending my high Mix the hoes and ice with balcony view to keep my mind tight Back in the day they tried to play me like a sega Now all these b**hes throwing roses at me like I'm vega sh**, I guess I came up from cheifin' on the dutch And making Cali runs just to spend funds like I'm major Motorola pagers on hipster neighborhood gangsters Had me dreaming at an early age to get this paper Now we collecting pay cuts Living out in London next stop is Italy the rest is iceberg history [Outro:] My n***as rough ride till' you high Rough ride until you die (Repeats until beat slows down and fades out)