Sunday EARTHGANG (Ft. JID)

[Intro]
This is a song... that was written... for all intensive purposes to intensify your purpose

[Chorus]
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest
Why you freaky than a beast?
Pain killers, brain fillers filling up the street
Run and tell the priest
Why you freaky than a beast?

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Reefer snatcher
Leave a sack of sticky sod in the corner
Pray to God momma smoke
She such a hard working woman
Pitbulls chase my father
Nightmares chase my uncle
White hairs every generation
Salt and peppered younger
Cotton mouth from adderall and small piñatas full of Indica
Light it up and pass it like a physical
Oh, I need some trim
I met a thicky finna hit her up and hopefully her phone don’t wake her nigga up
I’m the type of guy that hates when niggas tell the type of guy they is
Save it for your wife, my nig
I only think in hieroglyphs
The sound of lighter sparking make my heart as light as Michael’s kids
Often wonder if the dead still swap survival tips