hunterdrinkswater - Blonde
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(Chorus)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I’m tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I'm tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
(Verse)
I read the book of Romans yesterday, now I’m tryna go murder my flesh today
Walk in the spirit my flesh filleted
Daily bread morning no Chick-Fil-A
I'm a fisherman, what's the catch today
I read the word of God, it's like loading a full clip, bulletproof vest type of day
And I'm blessed, not talking material I'm not talking bout no success
I'm talking spiritual and filial fear I'm stretched
Laid out prostrate before the Lord I don’t even got on my Sunday best
I’m just striving to enter the rest
Said I'm a man of unclean lips
And He got me some Colgate some Crest
White as snow I guess, got new breath in my chest
And I’m a son in the house, I don't get treated like I'm no guest
And when they ask me bout my hope i got a answer not no guess
(Chorus)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I’m tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I'm tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I’m tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I'm tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
(Verse)
I read the book of Romans yesterday, now I’m tryna go murder my flesh today
Walk in the spirit my flesh filleted
Daily bread morning no Chick-Fil-A
I'm a fisherman, what's the catch today
I read the word of God, it's like loading a full clip, bulletproof vest type of day
And I'm blessed, not talking material I'm not talking bout no success
I'm talking spiritual and filial fear I'm stretched
Laid out prostrate before the Lord I don’t even got on my Sunday best
I’m just striving to enter the rest
Said I'm a man of unclean lips
And He got me some Colgate some Crest
White as snow I guess, got new breath in my chest
And I’m a son in the house, I don't get treated like I'm no guest
And when they ask me bout my hope i got a answer not no guess
(Chorus)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I’m tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
I had to die my hair blonde put a lil bleach on top
My music blow like a bomb, but it's just trap no pop
Pray for the harvest of God I'm tryna reap some crops
I had to be last to be first, I have no need for the top (top, top)
