Car Bars by Phathom Lyrics
[VERSE ONE - BUMPS INF]
Most my writtens when I'm finished go directly in the trash
I'm kinda like the Browns, I've had some questionable drafts
The flesh it can get bad, especially in da lab
I lose my way a bit like GPS's when they crash
So the bars that have been crafted, when God's considered absent
That's playing with fire like an arsonist with matches
If I ain't got ya spirit when I'm talking to the masses
I hope I pump the brakes like a car that sits in traffic
Have mercy, give me grace just whеre I need it
Homie if you knew what was at stakе, well then you'd eat it
But you can't cuz you're anemic
Unable to receive it
Fully in denial, but you ain't swimmin' in Egypt
The cornerstone is who the builders rejected
He still seeks and saves the lost like a real good detective
I'm revealing the message for the children that's guessing
Who they father is like Jada telling Will that she's pregnant
[VERSE TWO - BUMPS INF]
I don't like to fight cuz it might or it might not get ugly
But if it's "on site" like what an eye doctor studies
My Glock is lovely
Red laser beam so clean it would make Cyclops give mine props and hug me
Can my God make time stop? Well buddy
Did Dylan walk 805 blocks for Puffy?
Let me save some time, the answer is "yes"
He's still the king that's on the throne and He demands His respect
He's there when you all alone like an advance on a check
And more intense than white people who go camping in vests
The plan has been set since the Lamb and His death
So woe to any man who suggest he can handle the rest
Sins a problem homie, you can't fix it
The world He oversees like me on a Ukraine visit
Could you hang with Him? Or you reign?
That's like you sayin' Saddam Hussein's noose ain't fit him
There's no one higher on the food chain, pimpin'
That's why His L column still got a goose egg in it
Throwing up more W's than the Westside Connection
More dubs than the left side of website addresses
Most my writtens when I'm finished go directly in the trash
I'm kinda like the Browns, I've had some questionable drafts
The flesh it can get bad, especially in da lab
I lose my way a bit like GPS's when they crash
So the bars that have been crafted, when God's considered absent
That's playing with fire like an arsonist with matches
If I ain't got ya spirit when I'm talking to the masses
I hope I pump the brakes like a car that sits in traffic
Have mercy, give me grace just whеre I need it
Homie if you knew what was at stakе, well then you'd eat it
But you can't cuz you're anemic
Unable to receive it
Fully in denial, but you ain't swimmin' in Egypt
The cornerstone is who the builders rejected
He still seeks and saves the lost like a real good detective
I'm revealing the message for the children that's guessing
Who they father is like Jada telling Will that she's pregnant
[VERSE TWO - BUMPS INF]
I don't like to fight cuz it might or it might not get ugly
But if it's "on site" like what an eye doctor studies
My Glock is lovely
Red laser beam so clean it would make Cyclops give mine props and hug me
Can my God make time stop? Well buddy
Did Dylan walk 805 blocks for Puffy?
Let me save some time, the answer is "yes"
He's still the king that's on the throne and He demands His respect
He's there when you all alone like an advance on a check
And more intense than white people who go camping in vests
The plan has been set since the Lamb and His death
So woe to any man who suggest he can handle the rest
Sins a problem homie, you can't fix it
The world He oversees like me on a Ukraine visit
Could you hang with Him? Or you reign?
That's like you sayin' Saddam Hussein's noose ain't fit him
There's no one higher on the food chain, pimpin'
That's why His L column still got a goose egg in it
Throwing up more W's than the Westside Connection
More dubs than the left side of website addresses