Lyrics:
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
When by the phone
In vain you sit
You very soon in your mind realize that it's not just
An ordinary pain in your heart
When you by chance
Go
church,
They scream Amen,
Convinced the Lord,
Is gonna save them,
No, no, no,
He ain’t coming back,
You better pack your bags,
Before it all goes bad,
I
man was spared
No house or farm remains
No Christian woman un-raped
Their church consumed by flames
By flames!!!
Their church consumed by flames
By
To the ivory shore
And the valley whore
Mad country sighs
Heard in autumn
And dead by early July
In the church of mad country
No one prays for peace
For faith
heart just left
I found a church in spain
To cover me from the rain
There's so much i can't explain
The differences of the same
Will you remember my name
Yeah DP
It's really pain music
What's good Mac
Sunday Service, you know how granny take you to church and shit
Went through pain and worse
That demon
of every sin
The priest he stands before them, tells them why they are this way
Why they worship metal gods each and every day
By the hand of Oberon, dark
your better
You're not better
I was way too young
Blinded by the devil's son
I was hungry for love
Now I'm drowning in pain
That you caused
That you
We can be the church without walls
Come what may we won't fall
By his grace we're renewed
We can be the church without walls
Though our faith might
Crucify me and my fiends
Acting like they know my streets
Acting all brand new
We be in the church with the middle finger up
We be in the church with
Yeah, back and forth to Bowie
Or the boulevard I was working hard
Used to wanna go to Juilliard
Now I shoot the stars
Every check come two-by
Locked in
Boxed in
All up in yo top ten
Flashlight
Candlelight
Whatever to make it bright
Church boy
Employed
Something that you can't destroy
I'm my
feelings, my feelings, my feelings
They really got hurt by a fuck nigga
Damn, I waste this time for nothin'
I faked it for nothin'
Can't talk to my friends
the best of me
In the church
Of the streets
I found my crew of deadbeats
Where the bum fights
Under street light
Turn up the St t t t Stereotype for the L L
As a Monday morning church
The preacher came by Sunday
He said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me
But I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause
straight take the pain away I charge the game
And put my problems on layaway
A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple til my dreams
a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game
And put my problems on layaway
A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green
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Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
F.A.B.L.E. we was getting jipped by these promoter thieves
Lord my life would change when I met Hadee
All this Chicago haters city ish just went out the window
remain
Wonderfully made
I'm trading my sorrow away
I'm trading my pain
In you I remain
Wonderfully made
I'm trading my sorrow away
I'm trading my pain
ain't never, ever had no church, got this Glock on my waist
Quincho the hardest steppin' out and it's not for debate
I've been runnin' up that money
lil' Navigators and
Carryin on man gettin trucks under the
Year and puttin' spinners on it
Ya fakin! church!"
I live off truth, you live off lies
So
died from breast cancer
She went to God with some questions but never got the answer
Wondering if she did something wrong to cause this pain she's
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