Nothing Will Be the Same (Sweet Dreams) [Father of God] - Left Boy

The kids want hits

I hope I don’t hit 'em too hard with this

I think I got a good shot, yeah

Like Annie Leibovitz

I’m going in

And I might never come out again

And if I do, yeah

Nothing will be the same

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

It really does change the game

It really does change the game

On a sunrise two years ago

Was the first time I saw my son’s eyes

I am the father of God, the son of God

And the brother of Jesus Christ

Amen, put your hands together

And make 'em clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

This is how we pray, fuck did y’all say?

That’s what I thought

Nothing that I need I ain’t already got

'Cause when you plant these seeds

Money really grows on trees

I’m going in

And I might never come out again

And if I do, yeah

Nothing will be the same

I’m going in

And I might never come out again

And if I do, yeah

Nothing will be the same

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

It really does change the game

It really does change the game

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

Money, drugs, bitches, fame

It really does change the game

It really does change the game