Elijah Wiggins - AriZonas on a Tuesday lyrics

Good morning you don't really
Know nothing 'bout me
God put his hand in this so
You don't need to doubt me
Excellence I need excellence to surround me
My little black book got
1 numbers it's astounding
Odd ball I'm not really up on pro tools
All y'all got these busy schedules I'm
Just chomping down on produce
Bang hear the shot did I scare them off
KIDD on the beat got young
Tropp in my catalog
And all of this is real talk
God is moving heavily it's
Heavenly when I walk
I'm working by myself I don't
Really need a sidekick
Married to the music so sleep
Is like my side chick
No beef man I'm on a strict diet
Same team as kings and
These misfit's all invited
Them weird kids got a touch kinda like Midas
All gold everything alchemy peep the science
What you know about my God though
He the dude who been making young Picasso's
Selah I remember when I had a Caesar
I knew I was a piece of something
Great like that pizza that you're eating
My girl is getting tired because I
Thank God it's the WKND
Weird kids never die I guess I'll
Let that mantra sink in
I'm bout to make some shirts for
When you're chilling on the weekend
All you're friends will ask you questions
While they party play the Weeknd
Boy it's Tuesday I got the church going up
Only sipping living water but the
Spirit got my drunk
Dancing like I'm David you can't
Catch me when I run
Because I chow down on his flesh
And covered in that red rum
And that's the realest talk
You've never heard
You can check my album if you're
Looking for some crucial word
You can check my doctrine if you
Think I'm not speaking truth
New slaves breaking chains laying
Bars in my room i feel hood with my pants up
My God pouring blessing like
Grandma on her grandson
Rolling in a caliber never had a phantom
Still grinding to the bone til my
Tithe is a grand son
And SATX be that promised land
Arizona tea got me felling like I'm Peter Pan
Lost boy outside of Neverland
Neverland why do I need feet again?