Gather round
Gather round
This my sermon on the mount
Blessed are the flunkies
And all the druggies
Love to you
Who love drugs
More than god, man, and country
From the savior of the Junkies
Each and every verse I'm making
More of a picture than a statement
All the songs paintings
Made while inebriated
It's Mr. Vincent Van Vagrant
Conversate with Satan
I be playin wit his mind
Turn the water into wine
Turn a nickel to a dime
With the baking soda
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
C'mon, let's just stop arguing
I'm the savior of the junkies baby
I can't stop this
My bitch is always saying
Baby speak no evil
Crazy thing is I be chasing it
I'm trynna be the face of it
Just face it bitch
There's money to be making, and
What's the fun in doing shit
If it's legal, aye mami
What's a fiend if he got nothing in his needle
Let's take a trip paradise
Smoke the dope and roll a pair'a dice
Man the air is nice
When my mind right
Tell me I ain't right to say
That I be Jesus to the Junkies
Swear to god they really love me
Ain't it lovely (Yeah)
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Gather round
Gather round
This my sermon on the mount
Blessed are the flunkies
And all the druggies
Love to you
Who love drugs
More than god, man, and country
From the savior of the Junkies
Each and every verse I'm making
More of a picture than a statement
All the songs paintings
Made while inebriated
It's Mr. Vincent Van Vagrant
Conversate with Satan
I be playin wit his mind
Turn the water into wine
Turn a nickel to a dime
With the baking soda
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
C'mon, let's just stop arguing
I'm the savior of the junkies baby
I can't stop this
My bitch is always saying
Baby speak no evil
Crazy thing is I be chasing it
I'm trynna be the face of it
Just face it bitch
There's money to be making, and
What's the fun in doing shit
If it's legal, aye mami
What's a fiend if he got nothing in his needle
Let's take a trip paradise
Smoke the dope and roll a pair'a dice
Man the air is nice
When my mind right
Tell me I ain't right to say
That I be Jesus to the Junkies
Swear to god they really love me
Ain't it lovely (Yeah)
Gather round
This my sermon on the mount
Blessed are the flunkies
And all the druggies
Love to you
Who love drugs
More than god, man, and country
From the savior of the Junkies
Each and every verse I'm making
More of a picture than a statement
All the songs paintings
Made while inebriated
It's Mr. Vincent Van Vagrant
Conversate with Satan
I be playin wit his mind
Turn the water into wine
Turn a nickel to a dime
With the baking soda
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
Hol' up
C'mon, let's just stop arguing
I'm the savior of the junkies baby
I can't stop this
My bitch is always saying
Baby speak no evil
Crazy thing is I be chasing it
I'm trynna be the face of it
Just face it bitch
There's money to be making, and
What's the fun in doing shit
If it's legal, aye mami
What's a fiend if he got nothing in his needle
Let's take a trip paradise
Smoke the dope and roll a pair'a dice
Man the air is nice
When my mind right
Tell me I ain't right to say
That I be Jesus to the Junkies
Swear to god they really love me
Ain't it lovely (Yeah)
Writer: Alex Leonovich
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid