Codee - DEAR LORD Lyrics

My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it
My best friends from college we get it we got it
Man, pick up your phone
We doing business we get on the go
Good God, good gracious
God's intentions there's the vacance
Man, life ain't a waiting game
Huh what
Dear lord don't give me patience
Man put down the phone
Get to your senses we get on the go
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience
If you throw your shoes
Don't say you got cold feet
You put it on yourselves like you lonely
At your neck like i'm Bo Peep
Problems be toy stories
Bye-boy don't bore me
Can't even say I get no sleep
I get 8 hours a day now only
Now, sleep is cousin of death
But that's the wrong family
My girl is the biggest fan of me
A dickrider, don't get mad at me
No secrets won't be from a can of beans
We open like a canopy
We'll work a few clopens
Till we fly to Copenhagen
First had a few dopey pagen
Had to throw the rope in
Yeah baby now we cope in havens
Might've woke the neighbours, shit
Never been romantic anyway
But I got that french connection
GF pulling on that FCUK
No fboy, FU no I don't wear CK
My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it
My best friends from college we get it we got it
Man, pick up your phone
We doing business we get on the go
Good God, good gracious
God's intentions there's the vacance
Man, life ain't a waiting game
Huh what
Dear lord don't give me patience
Man put down the phone
Get to your senses we get on the go
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience
Dear lord
Leave me alone with all your temptations
I don't need the sensations huh
(Good God, Good Gracious, Deal lord) please gimme the patience
F*ck it
I'm strong minded, I don't need gear
Got great music I don't need gear
Just gimme a mic with the beat near
Every track made with blood n sweat feat tears like
Cash rules everything around me so not me?
The hits I hit are ideas that stick
Know where to go with my eyes closed
Experiment n get sweets from the swing of the piñata stick
Yet here I is
Trapped by these trap beats
Don't need a Mac, unless it's got logic attached
Puzzle solving, I'm apt and on it
Adapt to anything
I'm back to back to back till I crack, n crash, n get back
Like a Beatles track
The heat of my phone like napalm
Has-a-me stuck, can't get it to go
Like my tongue on an ice pole
I've sunk into a sink hole
Shit, I'm I think I'm out of flows
Hmm Hahahaha no no no
But every train of thought is blocked by this signal
Tryna shoot my shot with a pistol I don't own
But f*ck it
F*ck what you heard
The lord gave me the patience to write this verse
Huh, naw
My backpack my wallet my laptop I prod it
My best friends from college we get it we got it
Man, pick up your phone
We doing business (we get on the go)
Good God, good gracious
God's intentions there's the vacance
Man, life ain't a waiting game
Huh what
Dear lord don't give me patience
Man put down the phone
Get to your senses we get on the go
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience
Good God, good gracious
Dear lord please gimme me patience