Lyrics Lord Jesus - Mark Battles, 12Fifteen, Trizz

Lord Jesus

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lord, lord, lord
It’s a quarter past twelve
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Lord, you know I pray
That every road I take, I motivate
I got more to say
Come and see me, pick a tour and date
Nothing short of great
Poker face until we fornicate
Order steak, room service workin'
Finna serve your plate
What can I say?
Man I pray for this, I slave for this
No tears, don’t need no handkerchief
When really, you just ain’t legit
Build until the pavement stick
The feeling here, I’m made for this
I thank the Lord, he made a script
It’s now morning, making chips
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Lord Jesus
Vasi change for the gang
Wavy just like Noah’s Ark
Try to take off stones?
You 'gon end up just like Tony Stark
Swim with sharks
Always yellin' «Freeze», so they know it’s Mark
These lines is like ice cream plays
How you niggas get picked apart
Hit the charts
And I came from nothing, now my name is buzzing
Pockets swollen, on disclosure so I can’t discuss it
Won’t change for nothing, ain’t it something, how we made it hustling?
Droppin' tape after tape, I’m 'bout to break the budget
Nigga what?
Fast cars, bigger trucks
Feel like Pac, hit 'em up
I ain’t never give a fuck
Tryin' to help my dogs eat
I been starving since a pup
Pack is full of presidents
Only missing Donald Trump
On a mission for a minute, got the women licking
On her knees like she a Christian, but she barely half religious
Good girl with bad intentions
Good world that lacks ambition
Ain’t it sad, they mad I did it
You ain’t Vasi, that’s the difference
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Yeah, ay
In a gang, tough, with my name up
Came up 'cause I’m prayed up
I’m straight thug 'cause we play rough
We won’t change up, stay the same stuff
You want this?
You gotta save up
Won’t slip, never gave up
They ain’t payed up, what’s the hang up?
Where Laid Up, look his name up
We 'gon let the money change us
We made it, can’t nobody blame us
We ate and can’t nobody shame us
This is something that nobody gave us
I’m in a
Blunt weed with no C’s in it
No reason, I’m a dope fiend
I get so weeded but I don’t need it
They don’t see it then they don’t believe it
They don’t get it 'cause they don’t read it
I be battling my own demons
And I do what I do for my own reasons
Gotta get it, I be no sleeping
I’m independent, I be mo' eating
Than the nigga that’s getting his fingers from somebody bigger
He did it for the wrong reasons
Seeing shit, I’m hearing more screaming
The reaper-creepin'-for-the-hoe-season
We could sleep beneath the sea as deep as many creatures be where ain’t no
breathing
Can’t take shit when you gon' leave it
Make tips but you don’t keep it
Make sense to don’t be shit
These niggas hate 'cause they won’t be shit, nigga
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus
Lord Jesus, the boy needs you
The late nights, the four seasons
The devil attacking my soul again, avoid demons
I gotta get back on the road again, Lord Jesus