Flannel 1877 by Relly Snow Lyrics
To believe in spirituality i am trying
To split prayers from science
Crushed sour on my flannel eyeing
Fox news went to that from star fox still i am
A kid who gets judged by plants now
My homie a plant now because of a judge
Why the ones seated help him decide when
All we do is show love
At least for now
Cause we dont want him to miss his last poor christmas
What now
I scratch my palm with my teeth
Fast money coming i feel it
Whats even faster is when i drive
To my goddess with the highest thighs
With her Crown to the ceiling
She listens to a real nigga
Always watches the news
Knows when you gon trip
Cause shes taller than you
So im never trippin
Plus my drug tolerance low
Did so much drugs to be heard from other worlds
To fuck hoes
That be in the Beatles concert
Yea i got a time machine
Thoughts louder than my house too
Echoing questions of who i am and means
But my goddess, goddess keep me way less anxious
Goal is to have my next and her not speak the same language
Honest Honesty honest
She say oh johnny when my name is Bon Foster
I'm that nigga that person
While kids having a staring contest with a blinking cursor
Sad
King of the youth i am
Making a see through mask to rob the fucking bank
I'll be the popular nigga with money on your dashboard
Entertain the ones that's mad bored
With no friends but a laptop
A dealer with a flip phone
Weak cash flow
Been driving quicker
I hate limits
Act slow
I will hate ya
I take a ticket to heaven mister
As long as i can wear black
Sour on my flannel
I feel hands on my ankles
News reporter moving slow
I hear the judge gavel slam
On a frozen lake in Junio
Traumatic cinema we all drowning and you know
You know
To split prayers from science
Crushed sour on my flannel eyeing
Fox news went to that from star fox still i am
A kid who gets judged by plants now
My homie a plant now because of a judge
Why the ones seated help him decide when
All we do is show love
At least for now
Cause we dont want him to miss his last poor christmas
What now
I scratch my palm with my teeth
Fast money coming i feel it
Whats even faster is when i drive
To my goddess with the highest thighs
With her Crown to the ceiling
She listens to a real nigga
Always watches the news
Knows when you gon trip
Cause shes taller than you
So im never trippin
Plus my drug tolerance low
Did so much drugs to be heard from other worlds
To fuck hoes
That be in the Beatles concert
Yea i got a time machine
Thoughts louder than my house too
Echoing questions of who i am and means
But my goddess, goddess keep me way less anxious
Goal is to have my next and her not speak the same language
Honest Honesty honest
She say oh johnny when my name is Bon Foster
I'm that nigga that person
While kids having a staring contest with a blinking cursor
Sad
King of the youth i am
Making a see through mask to rob the fucking bank
I'll be the popular nigga with money on your dashboard
Entertain the ones that's mad bored
With no friends but a laptop
A dealer with a flip phone
Weak cash flow
Been driving quicker
I hate limits
Act slow
I will hate ya
I take a ticket to heaven mister
As long as i can wear black
Sour on my flannel
I feel hands on my ankles
News reporter moving slow
I hear the judge gavel slam
On a frozen lake in Junio
Traumatic cinema we all drowning and you know
You know