Twiiceaweek - 4's Lyrics

Yeah
I'm on all fours
Prayin' to the lord for some money and a Porsche
I'll do anything serve a nun a four course
I'll go back in time never whine about chores
I'll put down the bottle never pick it up again
I'll even read the bible and this time I won't pretend
Put down all my problems and I'll never seek revenge
Look up to you, praise god, amen
Yeah

Don't do it like that
If you bite the snake the snake It'll bite back
If you act fake your fate will align bad
Don't say thanks your day will insight traps
I don't wanna preach I just wanna be heard
I'm not gonna reach unless you want me to first
Make it about connection stop thinkin' about yourself
Make it about the message start thinkin' about the help
Yeah

I'm on all fours
Imma Imma, imma
I'm on all fours, yeah
I'm on all fours
Imma Imma, imma
I'm on all fours, yeah
I'm on all fours
Imma Imma, imma
I'm on all fours, yeah
I'm on all fours
Imma Imma, imma
I'm on all fours, yeah

This life I'm livin'
Gotta plan it out It's a typewrite vision
And the word of mouth is I'm consistent
Like the "F" word late night television
I'll open the door for a stranger
Let out a smile It's contagious
No I'm not dangerous I'm nice
I love the dark and the light
I'm never starting the fight
I want to end it
My last enemy I befriended
I won't conceive a dark image
I will not displease my contingents
I beg on my knees for forgiveness
Two puffs on a joint paranoid I'm in prison now