Lyrics:
from this life
The penitent guest, curious for clues
Fears not god, but a blend of two
Marvels that his faith, so quick could slide
His fate to babble,
the martyr for a day?
Burning out before the wick is lit
In a shocking expose
Halos of paper sprayed metallic gold
Faking the savior its the greatest story
organism with shared memories of Oregon Trail (or at least Halo)
He was no angel
They demonize every baby that they fail
So is it special?
Well then
Special
Cracked pavement sermon, streetlamp halo glow
Clutching pamphlets preachin' what the normies don't know
Skulls and lightning etched across my leather
Empty Vespers
V1
The God of smoking coughs,
The Devil of the drink sweats one off.
And Disciples of the pair finding peace only in prayer.
V2
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades but
They'll always be failures
Alms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they
You said you'd pass your halo to me
Your love would show me the girl that I ought to be
What a dream
After the crowning ceremony
You slipped it over
The sharks and the sailors
All good at their trades but
They'll always be failures
Alms for the poor
For the wretched disciples
And the love that they
sins and your life
Breeding dismay
Harassing the sheep gone astray
As the halos decay
Hear them preaching with despise in their eyes
Converting
the master, chief
I give my feature game a halo
Bitch I'm Plato
I'm always armed don't wrist that
I got a bangle round her
Cuz she only with big cats
be bold, beast mode with a halo
Read the word of God like a phone book in the 90's
If workers are a few, I'll disciple maybe 90
Uh
I'll disciple maybe
mes disciples (oh no)
La bonne musique (oh no)
J'ai la combine
Marre des réseaux tous en quête de fame (mhh yeah)
Ils font que flex (mhh yeah)
J'vois
I spent my day so, first I pray yo
Then I lay low, looking for the halo
Or more yayo, my little angel
Reminded me to stay playful
Faithful walks
Yeah, Freedom of Speech, Article One
Rebel Music, feather pen, sword written in blood here
Uh-huh, 4th Disciple, Razah, paint the white house black
as a repentance
Take your money, time, and all confessions as redemption
Shining through the clouds
Crepuscular rays
When the sun comes out
Halos radiate
Prince
a piece of your heaven
Right here on earth while you living
Make my life feel like heaven
Disciples move shiesty so you gotta ask questions
One nigga fuck
And I won't spare you this time
Pray
Your existence disgusts me
And your God doesn't love me
Your disciples may judge me
But I won't let them corrupt me
a bottle and a Bible
I'm a rolling stone disciple
With a cross across my face
I'm a trailer park tornado
Jagged edges on my halo
Hope that chariot gon'
never see
Some things you should never see
Some things you should never see but there they are
At the last supper sits Jesus Christ
Beneath his disciple
to lay my hands on you
I got my mind right toed in the line
Look up and tell me does my halo shine
I'm gonna love you six ways to Sunday
I wanna do
breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant
Ophelia's hand with breaststroke ambition.
The albatross courtship, maritime tradition.
Sheathed with the walkman, wear the halo of distortion,
Aural
of rhymes I write
Kind of remind me of like
Lines in the Bible, i might
Be a disciple
But I ain't tryin' to spread no gospel
I wish y'all a great time under
eyes are looking primal
Spinning like a spiral
Out here tryna gain the title
South man disciple
Bring the waves like i'm tidal
I'm rough around the edges
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