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I don't know why I get high Maybe I'm tryna get closer to God Got broken wings but I'm still fly Baby, I'm tryna get closer, closer to God Uh, all praise to the Most High Life's a beach, so I'm drivin' up the coastline (Yeah) Thinkin' about the places where I spent the most time Stay fresher than button-ups and bow ties, uh Cuttin' up in the church pews (Pews) Son of a preacher, made Mama sang blues (Blues) Church hymns paid the rent, Mama paid dues My daddy bought him a Cadi', my cousin just bang rules My older brother bang I-F (Uh) Stumbled into church, I heard the biggest lie yet Said, "If you love God, you give up the ganja" Long before kush, broke niggas would buy stress, but, uh You don't condemn the lion and the greed (Uh) If a shepherd drive sheep, you need a license to lead I bought into the game, I wish I kept the receipt With the spirit in my corner, I'll never suffer defeat What's good? I don't know why I get high Maybe I'm tryna get closer to God Got broken wings but I'm still fly Letras de cancionesBaby, I'm tryna get closer, closer to God What's your addiction? (Yeah) Is it money? Is it girls? Is it trees? I can't admit it (Yeah) I need God to keep workin' on me But what's the difference if you choose to cruise through the hood In big-body Benzes on D's? (On D's) Oh, you like to ball 'til you fall? And wouldn't lend a blanket to a nigga even if he gon' freeze? Please Some drank (Some drank), some smoke (Some smoke) Some judge other people, some don't (Some don't) We all buy from corporations that fund genocide Military supplies to the young cult, cope But anyways, you don't need trees to get a fade I get up like I saw police and hit the gate You don't need pills to elevate Just remember to stay strong and pray for better days I'm high I don't know why I get high Maybe I'm tryna get closer to God Got broken wings but I'm still fly Baby, I'm tryna get closer, closer to God Feelin' below the weather like I'm underneath a storm cloud (Cloud) I hear the rain, I'm prayin' that it keep pourin' down (Pourin' down) Lord knows we battled so many woes Traveled so many miles, our Nike soles have worn out Uh, I go to church to listen (Yeah) The music had me lifted, the sermon left me conflicted (Yeah) The one who holds the throne said, "Cast the first stone Only if you never sinned", and you callin' yourself a Christian? Well, As-Salaam-Alaikum to my haters (Haters) Peace be unto you, hypocritical instigators Church players, pulpit pimps, and divinators I pray the congregation can march to a different cadence Sparkin' a different strand with papers in different flavors (Yeah) Smellin' like an outcast, hop on this elevator We gone (We gone) and that's some shit I speak on Only 'cause I been through it, you preach but we live music Let's go I don't know why I get high Maybe I'm tryna get closer to God Got broken wings but I'm still fly Baby, I'm tryna get closer, closer to God From Letras Mania