Good Friday
[Chorus]
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
[Verse 1]
Promatically uplifting
Your thoughts are autistic
My stick will be shifting
Cause i invented a system
With different opinions
Broke and rebuild it
You think I'm a gift bitch
Y'all thought I was finished
Nothing more than fiction
But you gonna see me like a vision
Started to relift religion
They'd ask my intention
Why'm I so diffrent
Cause I
Started feeling revived
So I, hang up my shit and head outside
Not feeling alive
Something deep inside
Needed to shine
Figured I'd start to rhyme
Don't need a clock when there's no time
But Ben said hey
I was like okay
Wrote about my pain
Started thinking about the gain
Looking like an african
So we call it good friday
[Chorus]
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
[Verse 2]
Call me a six shooter
In the way that I go off
You can't even flow dog
Now the fucking show bogged
So we hold on
To this thing called hope
And if ya don't
Might touch kids like the pope
Oh
Can't say shit like that
We getting offended
Those who don't
Have differing opinions
Half the population's desensation
Make a joke about some pigment
Half my homies ain't finished
Man, what happened to religion
A system I was fixing
Now it's something I'm missing
So I'm on a mission
Not to stay positive
All though, this emo shit's obnoxious
But when I'm down I rock it
[Chorus] x2
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
[Verse 1]
Promatically uplifting
Your thoughts are autistic
My stick will be shifting
Cause i invented a system
With different opinions
Broke and rebuild it
You think I'm a gift bitch
Y'all thought I was finished
Nothing more than fiction
But you gonna see me like a vision
Started to relift religion
They'd ask my intention
Why'm I so diffrent
Cause I
Started feeling revived
So I, hang up my shit and head outside
Not feeling alive
Something deep inside
Needed to shine
Figured I'd start to rhyme
Don't need a clock when there's no time
But Ben said hey
I was like okay
Wrote about my pain
Started thinking about the gain
Looking like an african
So we call it good friday
[Chorus]
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
[Verse 2]
Call me a six shooter
In the way that I go off
You can't even flow dog
Now the fucking show bogged
So we hold on
To this thing called hope
And if ya don't
Might touch kids like the pope
Oh
Can't say shit like that
We getting offended
Those who don't
Have differing opinions
Half the population's desensation
Make a joke about some pigment
Half my homies ain't finished
Man, what happened to religion
A system I was fixing
Now it's something I'm missing
So I'm on a mission
Not to stay positive
All though, this emo shit's obnoxious
But when I'm down I rock it
[Chorus] x2
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?