Lyrics:
SHEET MUSIC I LL WALK WITH GOD

pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows. I wanna drill holes in the sky. I'm in love with the nomad and I miss my mother

party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years A mast and shroud fill with lights 'neath the waning

Fed her my catalog like adderall Fucked up in the trunk with rump is how I had her ya'll In a ditch Walked back to the trunk Wicked is how I sounded

the time I get on I'll be to tired to celebrate Yeah, I know I'm lying, I'll wake up when I get that cake (haha) First thing I'll cop is a plane ticket

Fed her my catalog like adderall Fucked up in the trunk with rump is how I had her ya'll In a ditch Walked back to the trunk Wicked is how I sounded