Lyrics twenty eighteen. - Nobigdyl.

twenty eighteen.

Headphones in the Uber, I ain’t tryna talk
Last year was a lot, I’m tryin' to walk it off
Don’t need interventions, please don’t get involved
Pray that my decisions send me back to God
Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk
Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block
People don’t want friendship, they just want the sauce
Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God
2015, jumped in the game like it was Madden
2016, I found the team, I quarterbacked it
2017, they kicked it off, I ran it back
And in 2018, I’m just paddin' all my stats
I mean I’m passin' and I’m catchin' laterals, I’m Bo Jackson
Time is windin' down and they all know that once I snap it
I’ma take a knee like Kaepernick, your favorite pacifist
That whole stanza just a metaphor for how my passion is
Lazarus, just a little mattress where my casket is
My capillaries filled with stamina that never vanishes
I’m not a fan of percocets or xanaxes
Just an activist that don’t drink actavis
I use my scars and lacerations as a basic catalyst to shape and motivate me
To show you what the good data is
I just hit the mission then I did the race
Say you gettin' riches, please elaborate
I can see you wylin' on the internet
Only God can judge, but do you want to see Him litigate?
Clearly fake love get no play around my real estate
Henny straight, that mean no mixin' to the Luther taste
Of your fate, if you hate love, aka Son of Yahweh
Elmer Fudd, death is on the hunt
This gon' make my momma prolly make a sing along
She gon' show it to her mom and they gon' slap they palms
Trump hear the track, then he say, «Why can’t we get along?»
This gon' make Obama’s 2018 favorite songs
I just watched the Dave Chappelle and now I’m readin' Psalms
I haven’t been this savage since like 21
Headphones in the Uber, I ain’t tryna talk
Last year was a lot, I’m tryin' to walk it off
Don’t need interventions, please don’t get involved
Pray that my decisions send me back to God
Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk
Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block
People don’t want friendship, they just want the sauce
Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God