Smoke & Retribution (feat. Vince Staples & Kučka) - Flume

You are now tuned into the tomb of Jehova Play my tunes loud enough to shake the room, what's the hold up? Heard the world is ending soon I assumed that they told ya They tryna dinosaur us So now it's time to go up The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash (Drop that) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) The roof is on fire She wet like Barbra Streisand Police everywhere It's like a nigga killed a white man I just wanna find a baby mama 'fore the night end So don't be coming 'round Vince On that batter ram shit The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash The sky's falling, baby Drop that ass 'fore it crash Drop that Drop that Drop that Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) Shake the room (room, room) The roof is on fire

Pray before I drift into sleep Salvation is a gift and a curse Knees down on the steps of the church Hell bound as I step through the earth Old folks begging for redemption Lost souls scratching at a stained glass window Where the grease players touch Where the young souls sing about happy days Cold hands clutching on a lifeline Hung by a man that preaches from a page Given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reason You and I don't feel obliged Oh good Lord Maybe I'm going to hell yeah Maybe you're going to hell yeah For all our wicked crimes But if we're already going to hell yeah Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified Stoned and crucified Pray before I drift into sleep Salvation is a gift and a curse Knees down on the steps of the church Hell bound as I step through the earth Salesman preaching from a soap box Look at you pushing all ya sons and ya daughters Like lambs to the slaughter keep feeding that book of revelation If forgiveness is only for the privileged Does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner Who's praying to the sky Keep looking for a chance of salvation? You and I don't feel obliged Oh good Lord Maybe I'm going to hell yeah Maybe you're going to hell yeah For all our wicked crimes But if we're already going to hell yeah Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified Stoned and crucified Letter to my heavenly father Would you worry 'bout me drowning or just walking on water? Always felt that you would grab me 'fore I dearly departed Loved you dearly but despair's all I feel when I frolic Around the weary word is bond but it was broken by preachers Pay my offerings, but officers was living like leeches I feel it lost in me Church by my apartment is the smokers' hangout Behind my building is the dealers' crib They smoke and hangout I go to school with all the dealer's kids They love to bang out They know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open their mouth I thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your house But all I see is liars lying on my grandmomma's couch You made a kingdom out of Solomon, I see you disregard the sin But what about the Sodom and Gomorrah shit? It's hopeless, it's the crap I hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mind But hell it's hard to admit it's all you got, I'll take my side Maybe I'm going to hell yeah Maybe you're going to hell yeah For all our wicked crimes And if we're already going to hell yeah Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified Stoned and crucified