Lyrics:
The Boy Least Likely To God Takes Care Of The Little Things

Everything ends the way it begins God takes care of the little things

where they clap yo hoods Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin' A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy

For putting little me here And me and here could be forever she gon still be there but there some other niggaz I just take care of the room But they some

Records, we?re here, we?re being silly, we got Supernatural, Z-Trip, I?m Murs and I like to have a good time and on Saturday mornings I used to like

the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To

Records, we're here, we're being silly, we got Supernatural, Z-Trip, I'm Murs and I like to have a good time and on Saturday mornings I used to like

god then you?re going to hell always had to take it one step further you couldn?t just pray nope?s had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes like

For putting little me here And me and here could be forever she gon still be there but there some other niggaz I just take care of the room But they some

the paper, word to everything, we a acre up Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothing A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money To