Closer to God - D Smoke, SiR

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God

Got broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God

Uh, all praise to the Most High

Life’s a beach, so I’m drivin' up the coastline (Yeah)

Thinkin' about the places where I spent the most time

Stay fresher than button-ups and bow ties, uh

Cuttin' up in the church pews (Pews)

Son of a preacher, made Mama sang blues (Blues)

Church hymns paid the rent, Mama paid dues

My daddy bought him a Cadi', my cousin just bang rules

My older brother bang I-F (Uh)

Stumbled into church, I heard the biggest lie yet

Said, «If you love God, you give up the ganja»

Long before kush, broke niggas would buy stress, but, uh

You don’t condemn the lion and the greed (Uh)

If a shepherd drive sheep, you need a license to lead

I bought into the game, I wish I kept the receipt

With the spirit in my corner, I’ll never suffer defeat

What’s good?

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God

Got broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God

What’s your addiction?

(Yeah) Is it money?

Is it girls?

Is it trees?

I can’t admit it (Yeah)

I need God to keep workin' on me

But what’s the difference if you choose to cruise through the hood In big-body

Benzes on D’s?

(On D’s)

Oh, you like to ball 'til you fall?

And wouldn’t lend a blanket to a nigga even if he gon' freeze?

Please

Some drank (Some drank), some smoke (Some smoke)

Some judge other people, some don’t (Some don’t)

We all buy from corporations that fund genocide

Military supplies to the young cult, cope

But anyways, you don’t need trees to get a fade

I get up like I saw police and hit the gate

You don’t need pills to elevate

Just remember to stay strong and pray for better days

I’m high

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God

Got broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God

Feelin' below the weather like I’m underneath a storm cloud (Cloud)

I hear the rain, I’m prayin' that it keep pourin' down (Pourin' down)

Lord knows we battled so many woes

Traveled so many miles, our Nike soles have worn out

Uh, I go to church to listen (Yeah)

The music had me lifted, the sermon left me conflicted (Yeah)

The one who holds the throne said, «Cast the first stone

Only if you never sinned», and you callin' yourself a Christian?

Well, As-Salaam-Alaikum to my haters (Haters)

Peace be unto you, hypocritical instigators

Church players, pulpit pimps, and divinators

I pray the congregation can march to a different cadence

Sparkin' a different strand with papers in different flavors (Yeah)

Smellin' like an outcast, hop on this elevator

We gone (We gone) and that’s some shit I speak on

Only 'cause I been through it, you preach but we live music

Let’s go

I don’t know why I get high

Maybe I’m tryna get closer to God

Got broken wings but I’m still fly

Baby, I’m tryna get closer, closer to God