Lyrics:
Is that caused by the thoughts you fed
Your religions wrong
That's unnecessary hate they spread
I'm tired of religion making people feel less
It fucks
Well, it's closing time, I've got no place to go
No, I'm not tired, nobody's waiting at home
Hey, what about you? Looks like you're leaving alone
Rent collectors at my door
You got your religion
I got my addictions
We got dirty dishes in the sink
Looking from the window
Kissing in
thought it!
Save it for the judge, and by that I mean God
This just got personal, buddy!
Listen, this is a really beautiful place
But I won't be attending
Ladies and Gentlemen!
The show that you've all been waiting for
Champion Birdwatchers!
How you doin' baby? I see you walk by
I'm wondering if you
every day another town
Got the club going up so you know it's going down
Coming by the fires baby like the Temptations
I'm only a man that's a lot
of this it was blended many religions plenty women got my shirt y'all,
At home no longer attended when I was seventeen I bounced like a nerf ball,
Yeah
you (Ye ye)
On my roof by myself with myself yeah
Seems like I only fuck with myself
I got no love
Got rid of us
Lost all control
My self-control
I
steppin', they keep throwin' me shit
I don't preach no tricks, don't talk politics
I'm just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
If I got
Like religion the weed got my faith (Amen)
I don't want pain this year (I don't pain)
I don't want bitches who claim this year (Bitches who claim)
We
a saint, after all my mistakes
Even if I couldn’t prove religion, I’ma do it all again
I’ma do it all again, I promise I will
I got to give it all I can with
true religion
Words & Music by Noirre
I just want to take it to the kitchen
Have you show me why you’re ‘bouta be the Mrs
Why you gotta be so
a brother still got a lil' heart for her
I done went and got some money need a lot more
I see people movin' funny we don't talk no more
I been jumpin' with no
Lyrics with no bars
It's a staple for my music when I'm trying way too hard
I feel like as a white 'burban I got something to prove
Play this song up in
my true religion
And there ain’t no robbin’ me
.50 in my robbin’ jeans
Ain't no "I" in team
You want 1017
You know my regime
Got money, all means
Buzzyburke
Produce by StoopidSick
Holla at ya boy
Stupid Stupid
Flow so dumb it's stupid
Nah I ain't a silent bee
Rolling to the spot
Got like 5
the lead
Bout my chips bout my bread I mean how could I not overeat
Boys going fast problem is they never last
I got my foot on the gas hand on the hourglass
)
(all this religion)
Swing low
I think we missed the message
The messenger's got it twisted
cnd backwards like they're dyslexic
It's hectic
Because
Trees got us running out the clock
Boyz N the Hood really got this shit on lock
California Love, got it running through my veins
Thug Life til I die,
Like a religion
We write quotes too
That's a type of commitment
Some call it ignorant
But I don't quote fools
I remembered my mission
So I make nothin
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
Balenciaga pants, big Balenciaga bags
And my girl, she put it on, she got Von Dutch up on her hat
It's say 40 on her tracks, my true religion's got a strap
God knows why..why..why
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
and Say HEY HEY
(Yeah!)
Pedal to the, heavy metal
Metal shavings in my, cerebellum(Gasp!)
Bloody guitars, from steal toe steppers
In new true religions, I hate bad
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