Issue No 137 Gods Lyrics
Gods by Issue No. 137
Magazines in London
No support in Houston
Guess I'm too different
Or they just clueless
But I'm Brando, I'm David Lynch, I'm all of that
Tried to call my father home
But that nigga never coming back
That was just a long time ago
When I was just a little boy
I was reading that Allan Poe
I ain't play with no fucking toys
And I'm going through it
And I'm tryna see it
The monsters and birds
That's all I'm seeing
And I'm going through it
And I'm tryna see it
The monsters and birds
That's all I'm seeing
But I pray to the gods
My life is right
Then I toast to Morrison
Then I drop my Delorean
But I pray to the gods
My life is right
Then I toast to Morrison
Then I drop my Delorean
No support in Houston
Guess I'm too different
Or they just clueless
But I'm Brando, I'm David Lynch, I'm all of that
Tried to call my father home
But that nigga never coming back
That was just a long time ago
When I was just a little boy
I was reading that Allan Poe
I ain't play with no fucking toys
And I'm going through it
And I'm tryna see it
The monsters and birds
That's all I'm seeing
And I'm going through it
And I'm tryna see it
The monsters and birds
That's all I'm seeing
But I pray to the gods
My life is right
Then I toast to Morrison
Then I drop my Delorean
But I pray to the gods
My life is right
Then I toast to Morrison
Then I drop my Delorean