歌手:SAINt JHN
专辑:《FESTIVAL SEASON》

作词 : Carlos St. John Phillips
作曲 : Carlos St. John Phillips
Please just, teach us, free just

You need Jesus
You need money in the freezers
You need lawyer fees paid, so your accounts doesn't freeze up
You need bitches next to your loyal teachers
Please just, you need couple keys to reach us
You need Hennessy, I man D'Ussé, pay me please
Any please, black owned
You need golf mode
You need leather and some silk and some NOT A CULt in your wardrobe
You need three knocks, Morse code
You need real names, birthdays, horoscopes
You need cards and call logs and barcodes
This shit don't even make no sense, no
Started then get way to dazed, yeah
Just when we broke out of the ends, yup
Look how insecurities are endless
Bitch, I finally see the beach, I finally beat the odds
He finally got his lawyer money, hope he beat the charge
He find his way to Mars, he find a way to God
We finally here from raws, we finally hit cigars
We finally shook the odds
We finally shook the odds
We finally shook the odds
We finally roll the dice, we can all touch the God
We finally shook the odds
We finally shook the odds
We ballin, no tomorrow, 'cause we finally shook the-
You need Jesus