OK by Johnn Anderson Lyrics
The demons coming out my Ouija must be acting on me
I left a couple Spanish bitches with their accents on em
They got a couple crazy niggas keep the ratchet on em
My life a trip like i lick lick the acid on homie
Couple things that i only told the pastor homie
I fucked yo bitch and then i went and told the pastor on em
I talked a lotta shit its hard to bite my bottom lips
Thats how it is when you come out of the bottle bitchhh
They talking guns but what they told they come with orange tips
Everyday its Halloween we kill a lotta shit
Im fly as shit looking down at the cosmology
Blowing up like likes hes a shimmer i thought that they could drop it on me.....
(idk if thats what he said NOT PART OF SONG)
Alot of niggas switching up as soon as the plot is twisting
We even got Obama bomba in here bombing niggas (IDK WHAT HE SAYS)
Im bout to blow up have a nigga bombing with us
And they told me
Lifes a jungle they keep the llamas with it
Fuck the world got lots of demon
And i got a gun but mine is missing
But everytime im home im alone so whats the difference
So im screaming fuck the world till the world fuck with me
Lord forgive me always keep the bible with me
But if i said i read who the fuck would i be kidding
Cuz i love the life im living
Pussy, money, weed , and business
But pray for me cuz i think that imma addicted
But if i said i hate it who the fuck would i be kidding
Im 11 times with it
Call it George Tom-grinning
Hope the angels would be my demons
Cuz them suckas lie with me
I be going with the flow but now
Im sick of waves
So fill the pool full with liquor
(have a nigga dive away)
And i did a couple things that confessions couldn't say
So i never told the pastor and ill take it to my grave
So i smoke away the pain
Till i bult pass away
So high like a nigga
Trying to suicide my brain
Madoea the oblin god probably in a lot of pain
And i got 99 problems but its still getting played
I always killed this shit but yet
They still get them in
And i always pray for change
But ive still been the same
So i still been the same
And now i worry all the time
But i know my people love me
If youll tell me ill be fine
But ill never trust a bitch
Cuz i know these hoes be lying
So imma just ice this shit
Just want the head every time
And i only write this shit so when im dead
The'll rewind to be sure my people love me
Can yall tell me one more time
I left a couple Spanish bitches with their accents on em
They got a couple crazy niggas keep the ratchet on em
My life a trip like i lick lick the acid on homie
Couple things that i only told the pastor homie
I fucked yo bitch and then i went and told the pastor on em
I talked a lotta shit its hard to bite my bottom lips
Thats how it is when you come out of the bottle bitchhh
They talking guns but what they told they come with orange tips
Everyday its Halloween we kill a lotta shit
Im fly as shit looking down at the cosmology
Blowing up like likes hes a shimmer i thought that they could drop it on me.....
(idk if thats what he said NOT PART OF SONG)
Alot of niggas switching up as soon as the plot is twisting
We even got Obama bomba in here bombing niggas (IDK WHAT HE SAYS)
Im bout to blow up have a nigga bombing with us
And they told me
Lifes a jungle they keep the llamas with it
Fuck the world got lots of demon
And i got a gun but mine is missing
But everytime im home im alone so whats the difference
So im screaming fuck the world till the world fuck with me
Lord forgive me always keep the bible with me
But if i said i read who the fuck would i be kidding
Cuz i love the life im living
Pussy, money, weed , and business
But pray for me cuz i think that imma addicted
But if i said i hate it who the fuck would i be kidding
Im 11 times with it
Call it George Tom-grinning
Hope the angels would be my demons
Cuz them suckas lie with me
I be going with the flow but now
Im sick of waves
So fill the pool full with liquor
(have a nigga dive away)
And i did a couple things that confessions couldn't say
So i never told the pastor and ill take it to my grave
So i smoke away the pain
Till i bult pass away
So high like a nigga
Trying to suicide my brain
Madoea the oblin god probably in a lot of pain
And i got 99 problems but its still getting played
I always killed this shit but yet
They still get them in
And i always pray for change
But ive still been the same
So i still been the same
And now i worry all the time
But i know my people love me
If youll tell me ill be fine
But ill never trust a bitch
Cuz i know these hoes be lying
So imma just ice this shit
Just want the head every time
And i only write this shit so when im dead
The'll rewind to be sure my people love me
Can yall tell me one more time