FIND GOD (feat. Dominic Fike)

Lyrics for FIND GOD (feat. Dominic Fike)

Hey, operator, what's on my radar? Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from Rain my parade I spent all day making Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from She said, "Do you see the state of the world?" I do, I wish I was a billionaire I would help the little boys and the girls, mm But then she became a millionaire And the world still hurts 'til she hurts too You grow up and forget all of the things that don't concern you The gas going up, it cost almost much as your perfume A taskforce dropped and somebody shot, it was on the news But you know the news (but you know the news) We don't even know if it's true (we don't even know if it's true) Somebody on the left said the right, they was in the wrong Then somebody left from the right 'cause they did them harm Now it's on the news once again and I'm tuning in Then I flip the channel and I watch another panel Then the radio was screaming, so I'm turning off the TV Just to see what it was saying, and I called up the station and asked "Hey, operator, what's on my radar? Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from Rain my parade I spent all day making Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from" Loading my 40 'fore I lay in my bed Praying that the devil don't lay in my bed Praying that the devil don't play with my head Praying I don't catch my break when I'm dead (yeah) Certified nine nigga, drowning in nihilism My denial is a wide river My boy got fully automatics, I'ma slide with him But if he say some' problematic, would I side with him? You think me holding you accountable is side-switching If my opinion on it sound different You look at me like I'm the prime villain You can't acknowledge that the times different That shit you yapping 'bout be scaring all the fine bitches Goddamn I don't think I'm a better person 'cause I side with them I just be thinking 'bout how I would feel if I was them I think the proof on why they got us all divided is Money at the root is usually what the truth is hiding in Kids getting suited, usually what the youth confiding in Overcoming pain way different from surviving it Giving love away way different from providing it Staying out the way is way different from you hiding, bitch Anyway, I don't need an image to intimidate I done seen the pussy in the people that you imitate I'ma keep it pushing 'til they activate my inner hate Why you fake surprised when you find out that a nigga fake? Why you put him on as character and question anyway? Why a hundred for the karats? This my budget anyway Why I got to play a character to try to get a play? Why I got to put some karats up to show I'm getting paid? Swear, the world burning, I know God gon' flood it any day When that day come, I hope my diamonds flooded anyway People I can trust come a dime a dozen anyway I don't keep in touch, then it's probably 'cause I feel a way When you looking at me, is you really seeing me? How the hell you judging who I am without you being me? I got a solution that will unify you easily Fuck the whole world, I hate all you niggas equally, fuck Hey, operator, what's on my radar? Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from Rain my parade I spent all day making Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from Shoot at the school boy, there goes the weekend He's off the deep end, but no one believes him Hey, operator, what's on my radar? Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker f-