This is the real action
The pot party, the trippers,
the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans,
fresh air
that can break your heart
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Ride for it every night
Visions and these ankles tight
Truth be told I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked
a nine to five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
Fuck the money,
never leave your people behind
It's never love,
no matter what you try
Still can see it
comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not
create commandments (ooh, ooh)
When you hustle,
always make it fancy (ooh, ooh)
The signal's far from
what you can be (ooh, ooh)
'Cause air traffic
controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you,
you best not try
to play God tonight
If I love her I'ma pass her on
First rule of war,
you find an act of one
You can't win a trophy
or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not
create commandments
When you hustle,
always make it fancy
The signal's far from
what you can be
'Cause air traffic
controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court
when you got the attorney
She say she love 'em,
want to really burn me
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Is it the complex of the saint
that's keepin' you so,
so still?
Is it a coat of old paint
that's peelin' every day
against our will?
Is it too long
since the last open
conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void
in the past?
And can you ever see it
comin' back?
Well can you always
be a step ahead of it for me?
Well can you always
be a step ahead of it for me?
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
That it?
