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I Could NeverIt's gotta be tough, man. Being God?Being God, man? That shit is hard, I imagine The responsibility? To be God? Get the fuck outta here First of all, imagine never being surprised Picture that for a second Nothing unexpected. No "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 You're Mr. Know-it-all. You fucking own them all You can let go and fall. You fucking float, is all The finest hoes, you saw. Vaginas, you rode 'em 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: unimportant If success if automatic, where's the magic when you own it? There's no sport when you resort to all sorts of [?] with no opponent I sorta feel sorry for God. It's probably odd throwing lighting rods At people, pissed, cursing, like they're the better person for the job Without a shoulder to lean on. No one to hold ya, '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 hatin' It seems when trouble's our way in, they beam up, double the prayin' We're talking sticky notes galore of who needs what and what for Cure the sick, feed the poor, then they're like, "thanks, but we need more" Don't put my baby [?]. Protect my son; he's gone to war Help my dad; his back is sore. Keeping track is [?] sure, but Thirty mill' a day or more, plus watching us and keeping score That earthquake in Ecuador, was it Him? We don't know for sure Too much power (too much pressure) Much too holy (No one's fresher) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never be God) He's too needed (too elevated) Too forgiving (No one's greater) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never be God) Why you tripping? Everything is in his plan Some shit, don't no one understand How do we know that's true? 'Cause back in 1422, Pakistan He told us. It's written in the scriptures. Not in words, pictures Right there it is, in the pyramids, in the shadows when the sun eclipses And they say He's everywhere, even on the court when you're hoopin' But if you try passing Him the ball, of course, you're fucking stupid Is He here with me right now, even in the booth thing? Is He sitting on your lap when you're pooping? Maybe He was probably bored out of his mind before he made the planet Just fucking floating in the dark, probably couldn't stand it Then he planned it, kind of His own ant farm. It's what He deserves He can observe us, swerve us, and serve us, unnerve us, curving his nerves Perfect, servants, if we're jerks, He can hurt us Insert us, have some fun, and when we're done, murk us On purpose, His purpose, to work us, dodge serpents Revert us to the bling kingdom's circus, it's worth this when curtains You've heard this in churches Or, for eternity: You burnin' with vermin. It hurts, and you squirmin' (Whew) Forever's a Hell of a time to be churnin' Concerned, you thought Heaven awaits, but saw the reddest of gates Now you stressin' with intestines infected with snakes He gave you a heart and a brain and everything you need to beat him But there you are, slithering and centipeding. Shame Too much power (too much pressure) Much too holy (No one's fresher) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never be God) He's too needed (too elevated) Too forgiving (No one's greater) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never be God) God don't got no posse, or pose for paparazzi He don't leave after parties in fleets of Bugattis He's so damn introverted, if He spoke, no one heard it It's absurd how cool this fool be schoolin' His service When He first got the gig, though, was He still just a kid? Who the fuck hired Him, though? Someone hidden in a pyramid? All His responsibilities and insane abilities He'll blow the wind and spill the seas all while still chillin' with me He's killing me, you feelin' me? What's the real deal? start tellin' me But still, this shit seem, I feel His love instilled in me Thrillin' me, it be ill with that skill in His will The whole deal, but on the real, I don't fill the build, if you will Too many pills, so hey, I guess I gotta say: Nope! Ha ha ha! Yo, maybe go try the Pope If I did, though, I would most definitely throw a lightning bolt At them mother fucking creatures who grope little kids Too much power (too much pressure) Much too holy (No one's fresher) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never be God) He's too needed (too elevated) Too forgiving (No one's greater) I could never be God (I could never be God) I could never be God (I could never) (I could never) (I could never) (I could never) (I could never) |