The Resurrection DOM KENNEDY

[Intro : Dom Kennedy]
Let’s bow our head, both hands fuck it

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy] 2x
Lord bless our food
Bless our mood
Bless our homies
Bless our girl
Bless our thoughts
Bless our ad-libs

This is non fiction
This is non fiction

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
I’m tired of fucking these fucking these ungrateful girls
Tried to go big on me told her don’t do that
Feelings of betrayal let my lungs collapse
Woke up this morning bitch I’m done with rap
I need something realer, this ain’t no run of the mill
This Aaliyah’s "One in a Million" still y’all boys don’t feel him
I've set examples for the children
Can't lie I do enjoy me a pilsner
Standout like Jameis Winston around these Dilfords
The hood Quintin Tarantino jacket real fur
Told her don’t suck me off we gotta chill first
J Skillz say he coming after Spielberg
I rather live in St. Kitts than see trial
Hit Pacific Dining Car then blow a cloud
This AMG is what we floating in now
Time heals open wounds reconcile