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
Baby, 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 till 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
