Vic Mensa - Holy Holy Lyrics
[Intro: Vic Mensa]Cam, whattup bro?Rest in peace Killa Cam[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]I been smokin' that can't you tell, I'm high as hellHide my pain, but I hide it well, got me thinkin' like GalileoPosted with my homies, brosky rollin' hoesiesHope this hoagie that we smokey help me faith again I'm lonelyLonely Massachusetts, on the road no rolliesWrote this song inside my notebook, told this tunchi think of TonyHe was only 20, took one in the tummyCaught a bullet to the back, one by the hand of his own homieHoly Jesus holy holyHoly Jesus holy holyHoly Jesus holy holyHoly Jesus holy holy[Hook: Vic Mensa]Who can see the future? We may never know itSweets and kama sutra, swishers swishers will you blow it?Who can see the future? We may never know itSweets and kama sutra, swishers swishers will you blow it?If the world ends tomorrowIf the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?If the world ends tomorrowIf the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me?[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]Call your grandma, go light this L, go post for bailHate to spend your last night in jail, make a plan and try to make amendsAnd maybe take a stand and tell how you feelSentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God, questionWhat would people think about if I died?I wonder sometimes if this music I make would keep me aliveBut what if my tape never dropped or my album had floppedOr I stopped at a red light and a semi-truck ran into my rideWhat would my obituary column be?How would they color me in the media? Wikipedia follow meWould you follow my failures of familiar family apologies?Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one that lostWell I'm watchin' from the side like a six manFeelin' like Marlon Wayans but without the white chicks manI remember when they killed Killa Cam on stoneyGot it tattooed on my wrist, in memory of my big homie[Hook][Verse 3: Ab-Soul]See these the type of records make me think about AloriIt kills me inside we can't hear her side of the storyI kept my Metro PCS with all of our text messagesAs evidence that I was thinking holy matrimonyHoly moly was I incorrect, chain smokin' cigarettesMy tears wrinkle but the irony is that I'm so depressedAin't no gettin' over this, I just lost my everythingMeanin' that even me breathing now is inhumaneShe live through me until I die, this what love sound likeI'm her baby boy, she my rib I'm always by her sideGod, lend my my angel for a day or soI pack up all my sins in every L I blow and let 'em go[Hook][Outro: Vic Mensa] x3Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemiesSmoke them, get drunk, have a partyFall in love with you and wonder if you still remember meOr would you just fade away?
