6AM Illmac (Ft. Pistol McFly)

[Chorus: Illmac & Pistol McFly]
6AM is like late evening
This is me and God talkin'
Nightmares while I'm day dreaming (yeah)
This is me and God talkin'
8AM is like late evening (well)
This is me and God talkin'
'Til I have it all then we ain't even (huh)
This is me and God talkin'

[Verse 1: Illmac]
Hot-headed, the bullet leave the barrel, hit my temple
Probly spill out alphabet soup that spell out "I did it"
Prophetic, fuck what they call the kettle if the pot said it
Screws looser than a diabetic's prosthetic
Want the chopped lettuce
You got the sauce? Spread it
Sandwiched between a rock and a hard place 'til the squad breaded
Six six seven
One up the devil, what a hellion
One foot in hell, one in heaven, run it
Marley in the air, Hendrix on guitar
Devil in my ear, angel playing harp
Tom Petty how I'm free fallin' wit' my band playin' and we breaking hearts
Cut my ear off and hold a sign that says "Save the arts"
Rated R, I leave the city while they playing house
Don't count my blessings gotta weigh 'em out
I weigh my options while they wait around
And try to throw they weight around when I ain't around
Another angel's bathwater bottle polished off
Feeling like I'm fallin' off a waterfall, false alarm
I don't bump my gums when I talk to y'all
So I don't bite my tongue when I talk to God, no not at all