Jesus Wept - Scrim

Even Jesus cried

When I die, don’t shed tears for I

Paint me on a cross, soul lost

Never bought, motherfuck it all

Fuck these boys, I gotta ball

In fifth gear, no time to stall

I been walked before I crawled, hoe

Flex time, next time

Hit me on my dope line

Got the sack, got the pack

Motherfucker, run it back

(Ha, ha, ha, ha) (Go, go)

Prescription pills got my eyes low

Ducked out as I’m gripping on the .44

If I go broke though, bet I’m robbing

All black ski mask, River Road mobbing

Hold that Draco up, balance out my double cup

Keep it in the trunk, got ammo from Texas, bruh

Bush creeping, soul seeking

Grim reaper, leave 'em leaking, ayy

On the corner, off the bars, selling hard

Flex time, next time

Hit me on my dope line

Got the sack, got the pack

Motherfucker, run it back

Flex time, next time

Hit me on my dope line

Got the sack, got the pack

Motherfucker, run it back

Off a couple Xanny’s, I can’t get my mind right

Roxy 30, perky perky, ducking all night (Yeah)

Got me hiding, I can’t take none of the limelight

Sauce like Ragu, only time I sleep is private flights

Brian McKnight, after midnight

Come and get your bitch right

High like a kite, I need a light so I can spark this backie

Michael Jacky, flip a packy, flame like Liberace (Ya, ya)

Manny Packie, Chan like Jackie, when I come attack thee

Holy ghost, holy smokes, better make a toast (Holy, holy)

Codeine poured, styrofoam, need I say more?

(Nah, nah)

Bodies on the floor, in the Porsche, roof missing (skrrt, skrrt)

Clock ticking, mosh pitting, bitch, it’s slim pickings