Letras
It's gotta be tough man
Being God
Being God man that shit is, hard
I imagine
The responsibility
To be God
Get the fuck out of here
First of all, Imagine never being surprised (being surprised)
Picture that for a second, nothing unexpected
Now holy fuck, that's my favorite record
No lucky breaks, scoring the rarest shit in your collection
Fucking millions of hotties
With no need for protection (need for protection)
You're Mr, Know-It-all (Mr, Know-It-all)
You fucking own them all (own them all)
You can let go and thaw, you fucking float us all
The finest hoes you saw, vaginas, you rode them all
Line up and explode them all, pins to a bowling ball
But it must be hella boring
No challenge ain't rewarding
If winning was a given son what you've won ain't important
If success is automatic where's the magic when you own it
There's no sport when you resort to
All sorts of shorts with no opponent
I sort of feel sorry for god it's probably
Odd throwing lightning rods
At people piss cursing like they're the
Better person for the job
Without a shoulder to lean on
No one to hold you cause they peons
Nowhere to go cause you're way too big for this floating
Boulder that we on
Here for eons, fighting traitors, demons, devils and hating
It seems when troubles are weighing
They beam up double the praying
We're talking, sticky notes galore of
Who needs what and what for
Care the sick, feed the poor, then
They're like thanks, but we need more
Don't put my baby in that whore
Protect my son, he's gone to war
Help my dad, his back is sore
Keeping track is true, sure
But 30 mil a day or more
Plus watching us and keeping score
That earthquake in Ecuador, was that him?
We don't know for sure