Marc E. Bassy - Thank God For Your Heart lyrics

Ye-ey singing like

One foot at a time, too classy for J's
Louis Vuitton's wouldn't work
Too down to earth for them
When I met you I started to
Feel like Captain Kirk and them
How I'm, we so typical
Make me rethink all the rituals
Mama never did anything habitual
Moved around the city so much that
I got the clearest view
That brought me to you
I know everything is cyclical
You came in baggy jeans
With a Margiela jersey
Thank God somebody that knew you, knew Murphy
You slept on couches with me
Famous cats sending texts through
Giving you all-access
But I'm the one you tend to

(yeah) my off days is the next mans best day
Beast with the shit, it's a reason for it
Cause I'm making these moves
'til it's checkmate
But it all comes direct from the chestpiece
Motherfucker, dwell underneath the cover
I give when I start to stutter
It's just a moment before the start to
A Bay-boy but I speak southern, sometime
White-boy 'bout to get sunburnt
Walking through these damn Hollywood hills
With my day-ones and probably 'bout
To pop a few pills
And get a call from my girl
Time to go get to work
4 20, bless up, we the music, my church

Thank God for your money
Thank God for your heart
Record these songs when I'm with you
Write them when we're apart
Write them when we're apart
And they say things fall apart
(And then they say)
Thank God for your money
Thank God for your heart
Record these songs when I'm with you
Write them when we're apart