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Song

Holy Holy

VIC MENSA

INNANETAPE, 2013, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

Yeah
Cam, what up, bro?
Rest in peace Killa Cam
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been smokin' that, can't you tell? I'm high as hell (Yeah)
Hide my pain, but I hide it well, die for thinkin' like Galileo (Uh-huh)
Posted with my homies, broski rollin' OZs
Hope this stogie that we smoking help me fake forget I'm lonely (Yeah)
Lonely Massachusetts, on the road, no roadies
Wrote this song inside my notebook, toke this Tunechi, think of Tony
He was only twenty, took one in the tummy
Caught a bullet to the backbone by the hand of his own homie
Holy Jesus, holy, holy
Holy Jesus, holy, holy
Holy Jesus, holy, holy
Holy Jesus, holy, holy (Oh)
Who can see the future? We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it?
Who can see the future? We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it? (Woah)
If the world ends tomorrow
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?
If the world ends tomorrow
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?
Yeah, call your grandma, go light this L (Smoke), go post bro bail
Hate to spend your last night in jail (Ayy), make a plan and try to make amends (Ayy)
Or maybe take a stand and tell how you feel
Sentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God, question
What would people think about if I died?
I wonder sometimes if this music I make would keep me alive
But what if my tape never dropped or my album had flopped?
Or I stopped at a red light and a semitruck ran into my ride?
What would my obituary column be?
How would they color me in the media, Wikipedia follow me?
Would you follow my failures or mail your family apologies?
Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one that lost
Well, I'm watchin' from the side like a sixth man
Feelin' like Marlon Wayans, but without the white chicks, man
I remember when they killed Killa Cam on Stony (Yeah)
Got it tattooed on my wrist in memory of my big homie
Who can see the future? We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it?
Who can see the future? We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it?
If the world ends tomorrow
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?
If the world ends tomorrow (Yeah)
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? (Yeah, yeah, Soul)
See, these the type of records make me think about Alori
It kills me inside we can't hear her side of the story
I kept my Metro PCS with all of our text messages
As evidence that I was thinking holy matrimony
Holy moly, was I incorrect, chain-smokin' cigarettes
My tee is wrinkled, but the irony is that I'm so depressed
Ain't no gettin' over this, I just lost my everything
Meanin' that even me breathing now is inhumane
She live through me until I die, this what love sound like
I'm her baby boy, she my rib, I'm always by her side
God, lend me my angel for a day or so
I'd pack up all my sins in every L I blow and let 'em go (Hey, hey)
Who can see the future? (You can) We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it? (Yeah, yeah)
Who can see the future? We may never know it
Sweets and kama sutra, Swisher, Swisher, would you blow it? (If the world ends)
If the world ends tomorrow
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? (Yeah)
If the world ends tomorrow (Yeah)
If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? (Yeah, yeah)
Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies
Smoke down, get drunk, have a party
Fall in love with you, wonder if you still remember me
Or would you just fade away?
Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies
Smoke down, get drunk, have a party
Fall in love with you, wonder if you still remember me
Or would you just fade away?
Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies
Smoke down, get drunk, have a party
Fall in love with you, wonder if you still remember me
Or would you just fade away?

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