LOOKIN’ LIKE JESUS

Lyrics

[Intro] I don't even wanna look like I'm dabbing I don't even wanna look like I'm doing something like the sinner Abstain from all of you to thee Abstain from the look of it! (808 Mafia) [Chorus] I must confess, its a flex Life is lucrative, pockets super big I'm not stressin' bout the stupid shit I got now, I got next, I'm not new to this You don't know who this is? Bitch, Google it I must confess, its a flex Life is lucrative, I get brutuses I get bucks and buy some foolish shit Tell my jeweler, diamond neck, diamond crucifix Yeah I'm blessed, let me guess which one my Judas is [Post-Chorus] Hm, lеt my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' likе Jesus Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus One more drink, me and my demons [Verse 1] Adam told Eve not to eat the fruit What if I squeezed it and drink the juice God told me you gotta seek the truth When I find out I'ma leak the proof Gotta leave home, gotta leave the womb But you gotta pour it out, gotta feed the roots So ya gotta reach back, gotta teach the youth But you gotta speak Latin to read the rules [Verse 2] Got a friend back home, he's an addict Had a baby girl, now he's a daddy Bad time picking up an awful habit You are not alone though, I also have it Been so high I can jump and grab it Been so low I just wanna walk in traffic Red solo filled to the top, I'm magic On average I pill popped off the sadness [Verse 3] Tell me when the sun come out, I doubt it Everyday my mind got dark and cloudy In a brainstorm, I lost and found it Since then, never left home with out it Hash by the hashtag, that's a pound it 10k cash in bag, that cost 1000 My last laugh the loudest They gonna be mad when I drop this album [Verse 4] Everybody know about Cal Don't nobody bout Calvin Everybody want it right now Don't nobody want to put time in Everybody wanna be saved But I spend so much I'm annoying my accountant Yeah, tell 'em keep counting [Chorus] I must confess, its a flex Life is lucrative, pockets super thick I'm not stressin' bout the stupid shit I got now, I got next, I'm not new to this You don't know who this is? Bitch, Google it I must confess, its a flex Life is lucrative, I get Brutuses I get bucks and buy some foolish shit Tell my jeweler, diamond neck, diamond crucifix Yeah I'm blessed, let me guess which one my Judas is [Post-Chorus] Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus One more drink, me and my demons [Outro: Cal Scruby] I won't even have a deck of cards to deal them Folks, when you associate dice and cards and pool None of you associate with Jesus, but all of you associate With the world and sin One more drink, me and my demons