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lando chill - gospel of the chill lyrics

[intro]
i wan’t y’all to bow your heads in prayer
for the gospel of chill
now children of the lord
we are now here today to give thanks
for everything that we are

[verse 1: lando chill]
said i’m bundy on the beat
make her deader than some babies
that happened to be born on a ship made of slavery
master couldn’t lie, i said hades the one who saved me
murked em on the spot, said his soul the one who pays me
now wavy
premonitions of people tryna slay me
maybe, that’s just my inner self going crazy
fate be, funny and fickle like norman bates
lately, life be speeding by a homie like haley
truth be told, life’s made my mind old
so, so old, that my thalamus was that of mold
crazy sh-t, but i miss the cold
walking king drive at night, be a little bold
it’s like i play for gold and never medal
lost ones with their souls disheveled
may i jumped a level
i read sel-ssie then became a rebel
under my feet, i like rocks and pebbles
said i like rocks and pebbles

[chorus: lando chill]
now everybody, i wanna hear you
and the congregation says
ooh!
no, louder now, i want the lord to hear ya!
and you say
ooh!
no, louder, get louder!
and the congregation says
ooh!
oh no, one more time, you’re baptized now
one more time
ooh!

[verse 2: lando chill]
i guess i take out my anger
on things i name topanga
at the bottom of the creek is where i puts the park ranger
body decomposed, making the stench of death stranger
as if a sick slaughter happened right up in the manger
load up the blue ranger with things that mellow danger
a black fender amp where i plays all of my bangers
leave your enemies a hangin’ like some clothes on the line
or a sw-nging strange fruit from a noose colored vine
i wish life waxed the rails before i left on the grind
and got hit for a l!ck and broke my proverbial spine
i say it’s fine, it’s fine
i’ll make it back in due time
with a bunch of bad habits like my life’s worth a line
an olive branch of sorts, see excelling in a sinner’s sport
occur like shakur and smoke my ashes off the nearest port
pillage the village with blood thicker than oil spillage
n-ggas eat the lies and fantasize but won’t touch the spinach

[verse 3: runt]
i cast a stone in the booze of open waters
staying vigilant for the souls of the sons, mother, daughters
a complicated thief of frozen memories
clairvoyant vagrant, with verbing out sp-ceships and
tendencies to overreact
a compact composition, ink without permission
i don’t listen, yeah
so suffer for the sins saturatin’ all your senses
faked on park benches, nooses hang like crucifixes
so pray the superst-tions that you can’t control
by the time it takes it’s toll, might have nothing for soul
so who you supposed to be? some savior of sorts?
splashing bathwater on the heads of cohorts?
ya can’t fool a false prophet, son, i seen the legions
and true faith is the making of demons
so hold your heart and give him something worth loving
you want the world, but it’s i who have nothing

- lando chill lyrics

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