Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer

Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'

Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'

After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin'

Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor, still rollin' up Swishers

Now it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter

In your club, on your couches, got paid to be here

On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features

How could they tease us? Only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Around 3 a.m., dawg, I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall

Bad mamacita, Miami Heat her, put her in a two-seater

Too bad I couldn't three-peat her

Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper

House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter

With more stamps than a skinny nigga, got tats on my visa

I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it, I mean (I mean)

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus

Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out

I'm on a stakeout, on a farm or your lake house

Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus

I might fuck 'round, lose my mind

Jesus

(Mm-mm-mm, mm)

(Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm)

Jesus, Jesus

Jesus

Je-sus, Je-Je-Je-sus, Je-su-u-u-us, preach, Je-