Water, water we need Water, we need We need water, water Water, we need, water, we need Water, water, water for my soul
We need just enough water to bathe in Just enough water to cook with They got enough water to play in They got enough water to swim in They got enough water to drown in They got enough water for fountains They got enough water for salmon Well, we need enough water for a courtesy cup We need just enough water for emergency stuff They don't care if our water get dirty as fuck We need enough water, we could boil this crack Or oil these chapped lips or coil these naps They need enough water to destroy the facts Or offer you water behind your lawyer's back
I don't need a flood, don't need a tub (Yeah) Don't need a cup, just a drop of the blood, oh I've seen the storm come (Storms come) I've seen the warnings I know He's coming, I can't wait till He does, oh
We need enough land to land on Just enough land to stand on We live on the blocks with the houses abandoned We do hospice at our aunt's and our grandma's We be on house arrest, smoking weed with the band on We need enough land for the porches and stoops So we can lean out the fortress and forge us a coup Tell 'em gather all the pitchforks, torches, and troops I'm just preaching to the choir, what a chorus could do I'm just speaking to the fire, what a forest could do 'Cause when Goldie' in your house pouring all your food out, what that porridge a-do? This shit can turn smokey, these dwarves is not dopey They got enough land to test weather control Build Babylon ladders as if Heaven was closed We've seen every form of weapon that they ever could throw We just need for you to land and we ready to go
I don't need a flood, don't need a tub (Yeah) Don't need a cup, just a drop of the blood, oh I've seen the storm come (Storms come) I've seen the warnings I know He's coming, I can't wait till He does, oh
After the slanderous propaganda and the hostile public crucifixion Mm, just after they cast, locks was rolled put thorns to scalp Stripped him out of his clothes and whipped him Right after the show, trial in a kangaroo court As he struggled up Calvary with that janky-ass cross My Lord cried out for water Yes, He did Instead, they gave my Lord vinegar The price you have to pay to go to savior from minister Shit really hit the fan and the tempo when he tweaked on the money changes and money lenderers Him and the Sadducees argued over who Abraham's descendants was They called him a bastard, they called him a rebel In John 8: 44, He called their father The Devil Hmm That's why they banned Him off Facebook, probably The Government'll probably brand him as a hate group, probably
I don't need a flood, don't need a tub (Yeah) Don't need a cup, just a drop of the blood, oh I've seen the storm come (Storms come) I've seen the warnings I know He's coming, I can't wait till He does, oh
Compositores: Chance the Rapper, Catherine Clark, Jay Electronica, Rachel Robinson & Void Stryker