| Your god is from the underground
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| So when you pray, you can now fuck around
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| No one will ever save you
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| Once your dead, then your dead
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| There is no coming back
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| Your god is from the underground
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| So when you pray, you can now fuck around
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| No one will ever save you
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| Once your dead, then your dead
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| There is no coming back
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| News flash!
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| The world cracks wide the fuck open
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| Swallowing you and your homies whole
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| Whole notes, holistic remedies, the whole kit and kaboodle
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| It is holier than thou
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| Digested by the earth, I’ve been jailed in the essence
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| Bewitched, imprisoned, disappear in the black expanse
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| Your god is from the underground
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| So when you pray, you can now fuck around
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| No one will ever save you
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| Once your dead, then your dead
|
| There is no coming back
|
| Your god is from the underground
|
| So when you pray, you can now fuck around
|
| No one will ever save you
|
| Once your dead, then your dead
|
| There is no coming back
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| Grounded, yeah I’ve been grounded
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| Angelic limbs in flight taxidermied into coat hangers
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| My son asked me if we would live
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| My son truthfully asked me if we would live
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| Carbonite breakfast cereals with a cyanide taste profile
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| Leaving little room for imagination
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| Either that or nothing but room for imagination
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| Come to the temple of the intergalactic high command
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| To distract from your tomb, to distract from your tomb
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| Awash in afterworld reasoning and hood magic, made into metaphysics
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| Comb-straight, as streets crumble and bones break
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| As streets crumble and bones break
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| It’s mixing ash with blood, as the hell is normalized
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| Welcome to Los Angeles, motherfucker!
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| Your god is from the underground
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| So when you pray, you can now fuck around
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| No one will ever save you
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| Once your dead, then your dead
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| There is no coming back |