Paschals EARTHGANG

[Intro]
Here we go
Put your, uh
Put your hands in your pants and rap along
Rap along

Hi, God
Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi
Hi, God, it's me again

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Hi, God, it's me again
Sometimes it seems like you don't even miss our conversations at all
And it's nobody's fault, but it'd be nice if you called
Check and see on how I'm doing, or whatever, dude
Lotta niggas never play and brag on how they never lose
Confused, in the middle of the desert, petals underneath my shoes, the oasis is my city
In the land of who's who's and who's not so much
And who's got more bucks
Oh, that's cute, y'all still slice your wrists horizontal
You must miss your momma
You must miss the social worker asking bout' your problems
I was on that boat last autumn in a clinic full of childhood fathers
“Oh, no, no, no, he's a murder" like Gucci
And that fetus still haunts my dreams
And the demons in my skull still refuse to scream
And, honestly, the whisper's way much worse for me
What's the point of being sick when everybody doing shots?
What's the point in being quick when don't nobody carry clocks?
Every time I show my dick another slut is very shocked
Eskimo brothers with J.I.D thanks to Suzy's rotten crotch
Deposit cough drops in the esophagus of all the bitches
And afterwards we call it quits, uh, I got a main
Shrooms every afternoon and I ain't got a stain
Immortality is yours when you fall in love with pain
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