Kvlki - God and the L Train Lyrics

I don't feel stoppable
I feel that drop an album'n watch'em cop it all
Kick flows like a soccer ball
Stack my chips like dominoes and watch'em fall
Like a snow man I'm abominable
So ice cold my guts froze icicles in my abdominal
Doing crunches lunges a Curmudgen
Smiling at social functions
So many circles I run in I'm feeling like an onion
Just joking that's tongue in cheek
Snort coke stack hundreds another week
Club work get drunk with stuttered speech
The hustle keeps you fit bitch my fucking obliques
Sharp enough to cut a check I'm fucking tweaked
Like Hunter S skinny dipping in hunters creek
A writer noticing redundancies displayed in stunning speech
When it came to pens it's
That average could never be accepted
I go Schwarzeneggar with planet fitness bars
I'm friggin flexing its perplexing
Rip shots at hip hop sip bourbon in flip flops With a stetson
I've ripped off shit I've become a friggin Texan
Is it a question if josh can flick off
An entire industry cuz his thoughts
Drip off the page like an ink blot
I display repressed rage in a world
With a failure to communicate
They say we just going through a phase
It seems like the end of days
Dad on the phone telling me to pray
I Meditate and focus on what to say
Or how to hold back the words inside my brain
Every way seems like the wrong way
Road to salvation we took the long way
Serve up beats flambé
God in my heart with thumping like Harambe

Yo my city going Crazy bro
Good thing I been that way for a while
Its looks beautiful on tv
But it can change you
And it needs to change
But but this bitch is eating itself alive

Looking at my city burn, hoping that it gets reborn
Change comes but will it be the same injustice in different forms
Feeling torn this is where I learned to hustle
Follow dreams and fight through struggle
Now I'm watching buildings looted'n restaurants suffer
They may never recover burning cars I can smell the rubber
I remember watching bubble butts shuffle up them flights
Club working endless nights
Draining shots and bringing honey's back making love under city lights
I support the fight hope this time we get it right
We so divided I hear them riots is it lower vs upper class
They say I'm too white to talk on civil rights
Well motherfucker kiss my ass the Lebanese half
This a human fight don't matter if you white or black
Thank you Michael Jack-son I'm about to go off on ya'll like I'm his dad
Libertarian and I still say systemic racism is a fact
But I Have to ask why we destroy ourselves this shit is whack
Why we push socialist agenda's in case you don't remember
African's most subjected to'em say they can't escape poverty
That's why they call it the fucking trap
I'm just talking facts
Friends telling me to shut my trap
Wanna refund a welfare state that's collapsed
You can't buy prosperity bitch
Why we re-doing the things that failed us in the past