Tea & Thoughts

By Johnny Rain

On 11

Released on January 20, 2015

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(Intro)

Verse 1:

Time's keep changing

I'm followed by 12 disciples with 9 lives inside my tyrant mind

I burn 6J with three masons

The math equals forever

I've never been terrified to die, nigga

So forever I'll keep chasing

My biggest fear is being the young position

I'm a master more than a Christian

More than a Buddhist, more than a Muslim

What is false religion?

What is 13 descendants inside a haunted pentagram with chains, whips and bitches believing in paradigm?

Love is the vision

Love is the vision

Verse 2:

White tigers on your back

Tell me what you see

I know a million fall

Bowing at your feet

I hope you want more

I hope you want more

Your diamonds on my back

Shining bright as the sun

There’s something in your heart

Don’t you signal the gun

I know you want more

I hope you want more

Finger on that trigger

I hope you run

Finger on that trigger

I hope you run

Finger on that trigger

I hope you want more

I hope you want more

Finger on that trigger

I hope you run, run, run oh

Run, run, run, run run

Run, run, run oh

Run, run, run, run run

Run, run, run oh

Run, run, run oh

Run, run, run, run run

Finger on that trigger

I hope you run


[Outro]

Soul religion

The crucifixion of egyptian pyramids

3rd eye vision misguided for God’s peripheral —

Baby boy turn blue

Blue turned baby gun powder

Fist forgot power, so shoot

Inject this freedom America

Brain wash the mind with soap water for currency

Soul swap the body exchange image for vogue issue

RUN!

19:26 don’t turn back to be turned into one

Love in doses of passion

Endorse your passion in things you find love or —

Revolution

Escape the paradox being the mind is a trap of its own

A box, is 4 corners but even math can turn into 1

I can be honest we all lust for the same things

Flash

Fame

Money

Cars — girls

But ask old Robert Johnson what all happened

When he caught the blues at the crossroads

I say

Extend your arms to whatever it is that you do love

But don’t let it kill you

Open fist enough air to pray that your soul is more gold than

Currency a black suit will ever pay for your tea and thoughts

Your peace of mind

And the water that you are