6th Sense (feat. Harry Edohoukwa & Priscilla Logan)

Ooo something happened, and now I know
He touched me, and made me whole
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Don’t need another blackout to blockout
The shit that I gotta do to live
And how they keep me running round like mouse
So now, step out of the loop and get free
Thin line 'tween greed and I need
World's a big ad now I see
Don’t need shit that’s outside of me
Quit distracting me, I’ll just talk to He
But I need the cash now
Cuz there ain’t no handouts
And I got bills, and the bill, is what makes it go round
Make that ass bounce, get ya them clicks
Cop ya that ounce, make the shit flip
Get a quick fix, or grow ya some wealth
Get it clean, get it dirty, but shit just live well
Cuz what ya give you get back bro, never let em break ya, have backbone
Always pay ya dues, ya get back mo, ain’t no shortcuts, ain’t no fast forward
(Carry him), I got a heavy load now
(Bury him), my demons gettin old now
(Scary when), he’s thinkin on his own now
(Marry Him), I gotta let it go now
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Nothing can be one sided, weaker if we’re divided
Sometimes I feel like wylin, sometimes I might go silent
But neither one can help if we live in hell
I know I can help, but I’m strapped as hell
Can’t control my head, no I won’t be lead,
Flint; they still got lead, they ain’t fixed the well
But know it can’t happen to us
Keep ya distracted with what
Just worry bout dap and the blunt
Just worry bout cashin the funds
But can’t do shit without it
What’s in front is louder
Keep ya rerouted, now we all routers
And the weeds louder till we ain’t got housing
Bring it back home, can’t do it on ya own
Give it to the man, let go, let’s build the kingdom
(Carry him), ain’t walkin on my own now
(Bury him), I’m lettin go of old now
(Scary when), ya don’t know where to go now
(Marry Him), I’m fillin up my soul now
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Don’t wanna hit a pipe to fix a pipe, try fixing up the well
Don’t need a repost, fuck gold, just need the spiritual
Gimme mo', ohhh
Feed my soul, ohhh, ohhh
Hey God, I called
3 times at least, are you dodging me?
Okay now I see what you started
It got hard for me then got harder
But your word was peace, peace
Okay jeez I’m on my knees now it’s me and Jesus
I put the weed down and quit creepin, ya really fucked my weekends
But that’s minor league, I’m now honored
Cuz I kinda see what you’re on to
So give me mo', feed my soul