Marc E. Bassy – Thank God For Your Heart lyrics

Ye-ey
Singing like

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
(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

[Chorus]
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