Holy Holy

[Intro: Vic Mensa] Cam, whattup bro? Rest in peace Killa Cam [Verse 1: Vic Mensa] I been smokin' that can't you tell, I'm high as hell Hide my pain, but I hide it well, die for thinkin' like Galileo Posted with my homies, brosky rollin' OZs Hope this stogie that we smoking help me fake forget I'm lonely Lonely Massachusetts, on the road, no roadies Wrote this song inside my notebook Smoke this Tunechi, think of Tony He was only 20, took one in the tummy Caught a bullet to the backbone by the hand of his own homie [Bridge: Vic Mensa] Holy Jesus, holy holy Holy Jesus, holy holy Holy Jesus, holy holy Holy Jesus, holy holy [Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid] Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] Call your grandma, go light this L, go post bro bail Hate to spend your last night in jail Make a plan and try to make amends Or maybe take a stand and tell how you feel Sentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God, question What would people think about if I died? I wonder sometimes if this music I Make would keep me alive But what if my tape never dropped or my album had flopped Or I stopped at a red light and a semi-truck ran into my ride What would my obituary column be? How would they color me in the media? Wikipedia follow me Would you follow my failures or mail your family apologies? Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one that lost Well I'm watchin' from the side like a six man Feelin' like Marlon Wayans but without the white chicks man I remember when they killed Killa Cam on Stoney Got it tattooed on my wrist in memory of my big homie [Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid] Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] See these the type of records make me think about Alori It kills me inside we can't hear her side of the story I kept my Metro PCS with all of our text messages As evidence that I was thinking holy matrimony Holy moly was I incorrect, chain smokin' cigarettes My tee is wrinkled but the irony is that I'm so depressed Ain't no gettin' over this, I just lost my everything Meanin' that even me breathing now is inhumane She live through me until I die, this what love sound like I'm her baby boy, she my rib I'm always by her side God, lend me my angel for a day or so I'd pack up all my sins in every L I blow and let 'em go [Hook: Vic Mensa & BJ the Chicago Kid] Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? Who can see the future? We may never know it Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? If the world ends tomorrow If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? [Outro: Vic Mensa] Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies Smoke down, get drunk, have a party Fall in love with you Wonder if you still remember me Or would you just fade away?