Hook:
Premonition of a young God
Had his soul
And its gone now
Aye
Premonition of a Young God
Had to get the money
Never really going down
Aye
Premonition of a young God
Had a mind
And a heart too
Premonition of a Young God
Its fuck everybody
And fuck you
Verse 1:
I just want to get it
Want to purchase it with bands
Make a little profit
For the mother fucking fans
Tell them that I love them
And they'll never understand
That a mother fucker chose
To be the motherfucking man
You can do it too
You need a motherfucking plan
First things first
Got to stop being Stan
Got to stop with hoes
Got to stop for the land
Bitch, you got to act like
You dealt a good hand
Pull up with my baby girl
Because she down to ride
So I will always have the motive
To stay alive and never die
I will make it out of the bottom
I don't even need to try
And now I'm strutting and butting
And loving that I'm staying high
Im going to make it without you
Im going to fake it without you
I don't think a Young God should be
Thinking about you (x2)
Hook:
Verse 2:
Bitch, I'm hunting
You lucky I never really wanted this
I'm fucking bumping my ruckus
You got some pussy with your lips
I want to take you
And make you
Want to be brought up by the sin
Or maybe wake you
And bake you
And want me more than all of this
I hope this is all just a stupid dream
I never really wanted this
Because I don't need the bling
I got a million little bitches trying to get the ring
But I don't want none of them
Yeah, that's just the thing
I need a milly
Not the Molly
Buddy, time to sing
Or better yet
I'm going to rap
Until I see the brink
Of non-extinction
Death is winking
Spray another bottle down my throat
I'm sinking
Got to get a little bit of patience
Time is tinking
Need to make a fucking hit
Until my dimes are sinking
Had a motherfucker tell me
That his slime was stinking
And he want to make himself a fan
What you thinking?
Pills
Inside my dome
Don't call me
I ain't looking m phone
I got this cup
And now I'm home
I don't got no feelings
Bitch, I killed my frontal lobe
And I made a motherfucker teeth be made up out of chrome
Why the fuck the devil thinking that he can't leave me alone
I just really need the money
So I'm calling on his phone
Like hey Mr. Satan
Can you maybe put me on
Hook:
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