Lyrics: Boogey – Sanctum

Verse 1:
I’m flipping through Bible pages.
I’m Looking for something inside to save me.
Anything about endurance and having faith in a deity.

Anything about descriptions of Jesus’ face in them paintings.
There’s a Cloth with the blood pattern of his face when he stained it?
Absent-minded in Sunday school
And now whenever producers ask me when I’mma have the time to voice, I say Sunday’s cool.
Don’t get me wrong, God is first
But I’m beginning to think that he lives inside of us and not in church.
Tunde’s papa died, and that tortured him.
Mine alive; are you saying I go to mass more than him?
Y’all make it look like the size of your cash offering..
Bought a one way ticket to heaven, flying past all the sinners.
No heresy, no blasphemy, just an awesome thinker
With a computer mind, and the rhymes go through that colour printer
And so the picture vivid
Every pixel in it
This is truth but I ain’t tryna replace the scriptures with it
Just Listen
…..Chill my nigga just listen
I find peace in my inner sanctum
I look for God and then I thank him; for this

Chorus:
Happy day
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
Oh happy day

Verse 2:
My name is Musa and I’m a Muslim
Been pushing to marry Mary; my parents think it’s some bullshit
What will your kids do: go to church and take communion?
Or go to mosque for prayers, and always do ablution
I just wish they would be open-minded
Her parents too; I hope they find it
In their hearts to let us tie the knot
Or we just might elope and tie it
I was the one who broke her hymen
What if I wrote and signed it
On that piece of paper
Peace you haters
It feels like we been released from cages
She got the keys to her father’s jeep, we’ll take it
And then speed away, until we reach a place where
Nobody cares about your method of worship
And every pastor just a regular person
No jets in his purchase
And every celebrity cares more about the lives he touches
And not about the bottles he popping, and dimes he fucking
Not only concerned about the swag, walking with a limp; somebody have the doctor prescribe some crutches.
Imagine me being tired of rapping
Ain’t getting paid all these people do is admire my actions.
Imagine ‘em calling me a legend or comparing me to ‘em after this
But I ain’t hearing ‘em from inside of my casket.
Took my time chasing greatness, I desire it faster.
Got the fire, the passion, if I just happen
To drop an album, would you buy it in traffic
Or drive and pass it?
Would your answer be the same if I die in a crash
And have these suckers saying my mixtape was entirely classic?
Girl returning the love when the recipient absent.
She be talkin’ ‘bout she misses me, but stupid this me
Make the most of all this quality time while we have it.
They like “No, Boogey, please, you not leaving.
Hiphop around here will prolly die the day you stop breathing.
You gotta be patient: they will relate in due time
They will catch up to your pace as mediocrity declines”
Aight, I’ll think about it.
Damn, I just thought about it.
Half these niggas get talked about, after their coffins grounded.
How about it
Right on the grave, a lonely flower sprouted
A fruit of my inner sanctum
I’ll find God thank him for this

Chorus:
Happy day
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
Oh happy day