Holy Holy Lyrics - Vic Mensa

Cam, whattup bro? 

Rest in peace Killa Cam 

I been smokin' that can't you tell, I'm high as hell 

Hide my pain, but I hide it well, die for thinkin' like Galileo 

Posted with my homies, brosky rollin' OZs 

Hope this stogie that we smoking help me fake forget I'm lonely 

Lonely Massachusetts, on the road no roadies 

Wrote this song inside my notebook, toke this tunchi think of Tony 

He was only 20, took one in the tummy 

Caught a bullet to the backbone by the hand of his own homie 

Holy Jesus holy holy 

Holy Jesus holy holy 

Holy Jesus holy holy 

Holy Jesus holy holy 

Who can see the future? We may never know it 

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? 

Who can see the future? We may never know it 

Sweets and kama sutra, swisher swisher would you blow it? 

If the world ends tomorrow 

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? 

If the world ends tomorrow 

If the world ends tomorrow, would you smoke with me? 

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Call your grandma, go light this L, go post bro bail 

Hate to spend your last night in jail, make a plan and try to make amends 

Or maybe take a stand and tell how you feel 

Sentimental recollection, revelation, resurrection, God, question 

What would people think about if I died? 

I wonder sometimes if this music I 

Make would keep me alive 

But what if my tape never dropped or my album had flopped 

Or I stopped at a red light and a semi-truck ran into my ride 

What would my obituary column be? 

How would they color me in the media? Wikipedia follow me 

Would you follow my failures or mail your family apologies? 

Like, sorry for your loss, like they the one that lost 

Well I'm watchin' from the side like a six man 

Feelin' like Marlon Wayans but without the white chicks man 

I remember when they killed Killa Cam on Stoney 

Got it tattooed on my wrist in memory of my big homie 

Photos 

See these the type of records make me think about Alori 

It kills me inside we can't hear her side of the story 

I kept my Metro PCS with all of our text messages 

As evidence that I was thinking holy matrimony 

Holy moly was I incorrect, chain smokin' cigarettes 

My tee is wrinkled but the irony is that I'm so depressed 

Ain't no gettin' over this, I just lost my everything 

Meanin' that even me breathing now is inhumane 

She live through me until I die, this what love sound like 

I'm her baby boy, she my rib I'm always by her side 

God, lend my my angel for a day or so 

I'd pack up all my sins and every L I blow and let 'em go 

x3 

Make your bed, play for dead, kill your enemies 

Smoke down, get drunk, have a party 

Fall in love with you 

Wonder if you still remember me 

Or would you just fade away?