STOP TRYING TO BE GOD lyrics

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, yeah

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, best not try to play God tonight

If I love her, I'ma pass her one

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 me but 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, 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?

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

That it?