The Resurrection

[Intro : Dom Kennedy]

Let’s bow our head, both hands fuck it

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy] 2x

Lord bless our food

Bless our mood

Bless our homies

Bless our girl

Bless our thoughts

Bless our ad-libs

This is non fiction

This is non fiction

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]

I’m tired of fucking these fucking these ungrateful girls

Tried to go big on me told her don’t do that

Feelings of betrayal let my lungs collapse

Woke up this morning bitch I’m done with rap

I need something realer, this ain’t no run of the mill

This Aaliyah’s "One in a Million" still y’all boys don’t feel him

I've set examples for the children

Can't lie I do enjoy me a pilsner

Standout like Jameis Winston around these Dilfords

The hood Quintin Tarantino jacket real fur

Told her don’t suck me off we gotta chill first

J Skillz say he coming after Spielberg

I rather live in St. Kitts than see trial

Hit Pacific Dining Car then blow a cloud

This AMG is what we floating in now

Time heals open wounds reconcile

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

Lord bless our food

Bless our mood

Bless our homies

Bless our girl

Bless our thoughts

Bless our ad-libs

This is non fiction

This is non fiction

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]

We need a SOS

I think we need a SOS

For all this lack of love

Running to Vegas let’s peace up

Bump into Karrueche while eating brunch

We use to stay at the Flamingo can’t even front

Told myself I gotta be rich at least once

So ask Gavin McNeal he know what’s up

As long as we got each other we got enough

Signing docs for the house gave me paper cuts

I wish that for all my live and my dead niggas

I can feel your soul bumping through the system

We used to drink and drive out to riverside

Living dangerous as fuck

These stipends ain’t enough you give me 15 bucks

What I'm 'posed to do with that

I’m getting skinny but I’m counting racks

Health is wealth what’s going on she ain’t calling back

I done really fucked up this time

Look like I done really fucked up this time

I’m on from January 'til December

Alkaline water and tequila in my liver

Smokers Club papers with the kush in the center

Never no cocaine in it

I can’t hang with it

I might jump, I already wore my Armani suit too much

[Chorus: Dom Kennedy]

Lord bless our food

Bless our mood

Bless our homies

Bless our girl

Bless our thoughts

Bless our ad-libs

This is non fiction

This is non fiction

Give credit where it’s due at

Give credit where it’s due at

SOS, I think we need a SOS

Yeah, yeah