LOOKIN' LIKE JESUS

[Intro]

I don't even wanna look like I'm dabbing

I don't even wanna look like I'm doing something like the sinner

Abstain from all of you to thee

Abstain from the look of it!

(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]

I must confess, its a flex

Life is lucrative, pockets super big

I'm not stressin' bout the stupid shit

I got now, I got next, I'm not new to this

You don't know who this is? Bitch, Google it

I must confess, its a flex

Life is lucrative, I get brutuses

I get bucks and buy some foolish shit

Tell my jeweler, diamond neck, diamond crucifix

Yeah I'm blessed, let me guess which one my Judas is

[Post-Chorus]

Hm, lеt my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus

Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' likе Jesus

Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus

One more drink, me and my demons

[Verse 1]

Adam told Eve not to eat the fruit

What if I squeezed it and drink the juice

God told me you gotta seek the truth

When I find out I'ma leak the proof

Gotta leave home, gotta leave the womb

But you gotta pour it out, gotta feed the roots

So ya gotta reach back, gotta teach the youth

But you gotta speak Latin to read the rules

[Verse 2]

Got a friend back home, he's an addict

Had a baby girl, now he's a daddy

Bad time picking up an awful habit

You are not alone though, I also have it

Been so high I can jump and grab it

Been so low I just wanna walk in traffic

Red solo filled to the top, I'm magic

On average I pill popped off the sadness

[Verse 3]

Tell me when the sun come out, I doubt it

Everyday my mind got dark and cloudy

In a brainstorm, I lost and found it

Since then, never left home with out it

Hash by the hashtag, that's a pound it

10k cash in bag, that cost 1000

My last laugh the loudest

They gonna be mad when I drop this album

[Verse 4]

Everybody know about Cal

Don't nobody bout Calvin

Everybody want it right now

Don't nobody want to put time in

Everybody wanna be saved

But I spend so much I'm annoying my accountant

Yeah, tell 'em keep counting

[Chorus]

I must confess, its a flex

Life is lucrative, pockets super thick

I'm not stressin' bout the stupid shit

I got now, I got next, I'm not new to this

You don't know who this is? Bitch, Google it

I must confess, its a flex

Life is lucrative, I get Brutuses

I get bucks and buy some foolish shit

Tell my jeweler, diamond neck, diamond crucifix

Yeah I'm blessed, let me guess which one my Judas is

[Post-Chorus]

Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus

Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus

Let my hair down now, I'm lookin' like Jesus

One more drink, me and my demons

[Outro: Cal Scruby]

I won't even have a deck of cards to deal them

Folks, when you associate dice and cards and pool

None of you associate with Jesus, but all of you associate

With the world and sin

One more drink, me and my demons