Текст песни Baby Jesus - Mike

I pray you show me breeze in the summer highs
I can't lie it bring me grief when I wonder why
Sitting silent 'fore you leave, we share a hundred cry's
Sometimes I rather be deceased then say another bye
I took that plane out to Parisia, sun and divas
I think it's smarter that I keep 'fore I dumb it down
Idle minds turn to demons when they run around
I'm living fried but I'ma see ya when I'm coming down
Think you sly why you cheesing like that wasn't foul
You know my vibe, you know my feet be causing thunder sounds
You needa calm, you needa breather
My love is eager, I can't promise
Not a preacher, I'm under ground
Is it the cups or it's reefer, it wasn't neither
Thuggin' on my feeters, for something deeper
Ain't no discussion with the weak ones, just running down
New York city's baby Jesus, make honeys seizure
My second coming when the trees rust, it wasn't easter
I can't trust you cause you freeze up
I'm cussin' loud, and moving sluggish cuz I drink up