Lyrics:
Barcelona
In the streets I used to roma
Niggas wanna chill they get to know ya
Do come closer
Wanna you in take in that aroma
Barcelona
The churches
This is to the churches
Gathered all around
Tell me in your meetings
Is the Holy Spirit found
Can you feel His presence
Leading you each day
Or are
that slice of pizza
Or some takeout!
Colors, chains and crosswalks
Churches, cars on every curb
Focus. How'd I get here?
Those last moments were a blur!
"I´m Writing You a Song About Going Home"
Riding horses
Over mountains
Still water painting echoes
Of little churches along the highway
Mothers
parentheses
May we always be
And I'd go to a thousand churches just to marry you, just to marry you
And I'd walk through a thousand furnaces just to be with
hide in churches
The pastor in my fucking business better get back to working
They trynna call my mama phone to calm me down
Lil bitch i'm really
to these models
See me hop out know its purchased
When you see me pop out I'm churches
All that's left to do now is first step
Straight to the bank wit it,
on the Mississippi side of me - It's the place where who I am came to be
Three traffic lights and a courthouse square, honky-tonks, churches the county fair - they
town over maybe
I'll drive down Ponce de Leon
Where the trees grow tall by the side of the road
Where the churches are plenty
With their parking lots
did it
Not just to have churches and religion
Having you is what I envisioned
So even when you’re distant
I’ll still go the distance
Listen
[Chorus]
that smile like cheese chedder
Your church is turned into business God
They only call you whan they having sex oh God
Women are pastoring your churches
where secret silence speaks in ancient tongues of wisdom
See how she bleeds
She's getting weak
I pray not in churches
I pray to the sky
I pray not for
who Jesus is
The churches they're not feeding kids
They're burning them
They care about the walls, not the cornerstone
I know it, 'cuz I lived it
Lived
Inside the largest spaceship
Inside the smallest room
Or in the biggest churches
we're not sure what they're going through
Inside the strangest
and reverse it
And my car
Perfect
If it piss you off that's on purpose
And my shows pack out like black churches
Hallelujah, Amen, welcome to the service
Guess
Taken away from home
A blunt new meaning of pain
Robbed of culture and meaningful pride
All these churches have denied
Established to assimilate
You're falling,
you little poor thing,
you're reaching out for churches but you know there's nothing coming to you.
You're stalling,
oh you little
churches
LeBron should just shut up keep and dribbling
But Drew Brees get a pass cause he not perfect
Don't ever question if the fight worth it
Doing
heaven burns and engulfed into flame.
Blasphemes villain, the killings begin,
Murdering Christians and torturing them,
Conquering churches
moving fast is crazy
My slow is sane
My stuff is gone but baby
Here's my complaint
I'm getting sick again
I've got a nosebleed
Let's burn down the churches
will last until the churches bell
See you in hell!
First date she'll act like she is pure perfection
The second one, she'll end up in your bed
With every
yeah, yeah
I keep on telling people that my life is ok
I don't want a funeral
I don't fuck with churches no way
Ain't talking chicken but we gone
Fry him
Churches, Churches, Churches
Burn them, I want to kill my self
Free my soul from this existence
Let my body decay in the most brutal form
We're not
graveyard
You can die in the street, man
As a wannabe Braveheart
In these churches where religion
Is a real disease
So much distraction, division, man
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