Got a backpack on the first day
Too much time in the sun, get a migraine
I shave my head the way mumma said
Get out the old clippers like DeAndre
Go fuck myself? It's pretty likely
Go dance around in my girls undies
Do weird shit while no one's looking in my room on the nightly
Born in the 90's, born in 90's
Born in a 2C pair of Nikes
Spawn of a God like Aphrodite
So is everybody else just like me
We all the same, we got a brain
We can program it to do what we say
If God is a girl, if God is a gay
If God isn't real then why do we pray?
Why do we pray? Why do we pray?
Got nothing to say, nothing to say
Get out of my face, out of my face
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
Okay
I'm alright with better gods in sight
Pull a fucking sucker to the light
I betrayed the lord yo
He don't know what I'm doing
But I got better gods than your beta gods
I'ma be alright
Elevate
Levitate above the world
Start praying to your brain and turn yourself into a god
Yeah
I'm my own god, fuck a testament
Black robes on with the freshest kicks
Nuns tatted up with their clothes off
On their knees praying like a Methodist
Try to neck this prince, that's assassination
I got four horsemen in the saddle waiting
Screaming ‘fuck the world'
Your religion's a virus and I'm here to bring you the vaccination
Why do we pray? Why do we pray?
Got nothing to say, nothing to say
Get out of my face, out of my face
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
Okay
I'm alright with better gods in sight
Pull a fucking sucker to the light
I betrayed the lord yo
He don't know what I'm doing
But I got better gods than your beta gods
I'ma be alright
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