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smiley don - closer to god lyrics
closer to god
hook:
sipping on this trippy cup
dodging all these rain drops
smoking on these trippy leaves
hoping that the pain stop
getting closer to god
but i’m standing in the same spot
getting closer to god
but i’m standing in the same spot
1
my mommas vision, my daddy’s intuition , told him he couldn’t settle down with somebody always trippin, my mommas drug of choice e & j ,she always sippin , my daddy had a different drug ,he into chasing women , so i got a few siblings ,but only me for my mother ,daddy never gave me sh-t ,but a sister and some brothers , wasn’t no baby baller ,learned to grind to k!ll my hunger, to keep me calmer ,i feel in love with the marijuana , sunday service had me nervous , i was living 2pac verses,like the lord would punish me ,how could my life worsten , when you cashing in some food stamps, just to get another smoke,feeling like a loser cuz you feel that only losers broke , losing motivation only lead to incarceration ,all them dollars i spent ,still couldn’t afford some common sense , now i got another chance ,same song different dance, life ain’t as hard ,while i’m getting closer to god …
hook 2x
2. poor planning ,for procedures i exam ,prevents me from getting proper wisdom , for my understandings, wishing for some smooth sailing ,had a crash landing , cheating to court cases ,guess it was all in gods planning,see i wasn’t always trippin ,i was more like peter griffin ,family guy up in the kitchen ,baking mac n cheese and chicn
drank a lil ,rolled a lot ,wasn’t trippy tho,they say wat goes around ,comes around like a merry go , thought bout getting spiritual, instead ,did trippy rituals , rhyming in a zone ,make anybody think they lyrical ,firm believer ,in that b-tch karma ,so no drama ,with my childrens momma , i just rather focus on them commas, took a trip down south ,bout 2 weeks in the blue house , was the smiley one neglected ,then trippy god got resurrected ,now i got another chance ,same song different dance ,life ain’t as hard while i’m getting closer to god
hook: 2x
3. i started rapping ,just so i could vent ,then i started making cents ,and getting free p-sses to events ,always making paper ,even when i’m bent , i like to take a lot of trips, so i been rappin ever since , had a new lady that i thought i woulda, gave a new baby ,till i rolled up and realized ,when i’m sober i’m crazy , few hate and say that smiley trash ,he ain’t making any cash , i laugh ,why would you want someone broke ,know how much you got in that bag ,too much self incrimination , over minor situations ,i get a lot of paid vacations ,so i’m patiently waiting ,for my next trip ,before my next trip,i take the best trips ,i’m sicc,and post it ,really with the sh-ts , don’t know how to be the man ,pay the cost to be the boss,always bout that paper ,str8 business ,feelings lost ,now i got another chance ,same song different dance ,life ain’t as hard while i’m getting closer to god
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