Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Thibodeau
Songwriter
Kevin Iannelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Thibs
Producer
Brian Rosa
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Lord o mercy autotune done birthed you
I'm that difference automatic misinterpret
All my feelings shit been causing havoc
Where's my worship better listen
This shits subatomic
Scratch the surface
World is plastic
Now it make me wonder
Was it worth
In this ocean full of doubt we searching for some purpose
Ain't no reason to be certain
Girl I know that you still hurting
Riding dirty
Urban serpents
Trying to be an earnest person
I know I ain't I'm still learning
Could be better could be worser
Aay
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Hashish boggart
Chop some Mozart like Rose Hobart
I got no heart for these blowhards
That don't go hard won't have no part
Here's my flow chart
Quit this rap shit make some folk art
Yall don't go hard excuses that faux par
Your shit low carb mine below par
Aay ayy aay
Temptation of eve in the garden of Eden
This 151 and smoke got me leaning
Exhale the hope and then ponder the meaning
The mirror reflecting these personal demons
I still got some friends compromising they freedom
I'm trying to give them something to believe in
The difference between being asleep and then dreaming
Aay
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Why lie I just woke up in a king-size
Two bitches and they Vietnamese they looking at me
And I keep thinking of fried rice suicide bars
Got to give em the hotline
Yea you been living like online they been throwing shade
And I been in the limelight I rhyme tight
And you know I'm lit like a Tron Bike
I'm heating up
I guess I just feel like I'm 90 degrees in the scene
I'm uptight
A lot of time I used to be like fuck life
Counting change hitting coin star for the fifth time
You ask why you don't even get a sound bite
Don't invite me to your pity party
Life has ups and downs like taking Molly
Take your problems put in a jar and store em
For a rainy day you know clouds are storming
Knellz
Aay
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Even the pope know heaven ain't free
God's just a dope man if you ask me
All round the globe got people in need
Man gotta cope we can all agree
Writer(s): Kevin Iannelli, Robert Thibodeau
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