Korean Jesus, Save My Sore Soul Video (MV)

Running and running but i'm sorry i got a sore soul
Hunting and hunting as im reaching out for the portal
Thumb in the gun man im just trying to be a mortal
Loving and loving as im pushing another door closed
Running and running but i'm sorry i got a sore soul
Hunting and hunting as im reaching out for the portal
Thumb in the gun man im just trying to be a mortal
Loving and loving as im pushing another door closed

Blank facade gazing out upon the ripping tide
Slip n slide go down around the mountain til you get it right
Angle higher when you're violent, spiral, they let richie die
For being different, sam's summer survived cus we got sticks inside
The gift of life rarely spent on letting people live
Deep inside know the barons got something to let em give
More the men, we can make amends instead of shaping enemies
Searchin in boogie man abyss is bringing penalties
These crackers u n them'ing me, weaning me of my sanity
If i ain't try to clock out i'd be out dating calamity
If dad aint calm me down, id be sleeping in them anemones
But its never gon feel right - letting folks without empathy chill
All loving til they learn their brother mentally ill
Rocks falling but they calling it some pebbly hills
They don't know the motif, no way the melody kills
Even on hot days, the cold street lets the enmity fill
The hearts of weak men, monday through the weekend
Hand out like smiley w his pictures, but they won't be friends
Snake oil sellers doing the same but only pretend
Then repent to let the guilt fade, only to descend
Im virgil to the living world, my purpose ain't worthless
Tryna show the folks who really hurt to go for the surface
At the lowest lows i strain my bones, now, no being nervous
It feel secluded cus im covered in my copious curtains
Crazy
It's amazing how they floating and skirting
Without they own voice, im sitting court side knowing the verdict
I'm only worried, cus they dirty clothes next to my detergent
Niggas hate steal and lie on me, least i know i got it working
Doing what i want man i thought it would be a miracle
Write w my heart for people who tuning out the lyrical
Paying stacks of white faces to find out they ain't hearing you
Think for yourself and they singing bout you in a spiritual

Running and running but i'm sorry i got a sore soul
Hunting and hunting as im reaching out for the portal
Thumb in the gun man im just trying to be a mortal
Loving and loving as im pushing another door closed
Running and running but i'm sorry i got a sore soul
Hunting and hunting as im reaching out for the portal
Thumb in the gun man im just trying to be a mortal
Loving and loving as im pushing another door closed

I be stressing and then they call me korean jesus
Crazy part, i don't even know i believe in jesus
Hard to truss it if i can't see it within my peepers
Like recess and asphalt under my little fingers
Tar baby going far baby out the bleachers
Reapers come collecting if you there or not
Breathing everything long as it look like pretty peridot
People putting pressure on the pain whether it's fair or not
But they ain't got it like i got it so i gotta share my a spot
Singing camelot in the shower until im bobby goulet
If it payed a lot these owners would be robbing food banks
Drive the block just tryna collect a calm and cool day
Tryna do what's best for me, watchu want me to stay
Touché, with a voice i gotta speak
Turn the noise out to the streets and bring the boys out to the meets
Finding joy within the coin fountains, and mountains at they peaks
Often toying with the unfathomed, they found me wonder wonder wonder

Wondering what about me got the korean jésus
Try in tying the puzzle w muscle but the frame loose
Fight and die with the hustle while humming, how the tape loops
On this old symphonic road, i'm crying over preludes
Make do, take few, only whatcha need -
Don't let em play you, for fake dues, promising luxury
In the may june of my days trying to make it up to me
Ghosts are watching on my sleep and they bones all under the sea, i'm

Wondering if i'll make it back
Wondering if im playing how i aim, am i breaking bad?
Wondering bout if im making tracks
If i pause the beat and tell you that i love you will you say it back?
You may perhaps, but i prolly won't truss it
Spent enough time talking to myself, ain't need no discussion
Promise everything i mean just lay between the percussion
Witch way right? who knows, i got the key to the coven