While we sit back waitin' to evolve Those who would trade in their freedom For their protection deserve neither Fuck a name, fuck tradition Religion - you learn Jesus Turn
on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin Duct tapin, your fam
and it might sound rude but yep **** you paid me I drown my pain in porsches I lost my partner to the bullshit Still tryna hold on to my religion so I put a couple diamonds in the crosses Close your
be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live
it bad to think U might like help from me? Is there anything my little heart can do To help religion share us with U? For oh you're like a ghost in your
hostile to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me I know again
Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me
to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me I know again I'm ugly
Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live in
so that Your heart can be confronted by the God who wants your soul back And no matter what you have to do we'll take control back And turn the show back