Lyrics:
bold--look at century the first
Christians were slashed to pieces--torn by wild beasts
But now a virus got us refusing to meet?
It seems to me like the church
Back to the basics
Remember those days I failed
Lost in the sin like masons
Followed them girl like fragrance
I think I know is what my taste is
Yosef
Rebuking all unclean spirits
In The Name of All That is Holy
They think they kings of the world
Who could Trump Donald
Even pecked by The Eagle
me nervous
Got creek water in the Mason jar
Them stop signs got bullet holes
Where dead bodies get covered up
By rednecks with them backhoes
From
'em like "ah"
Yeah, I'd sell my soul for a record deal
Tell me where the masons at
I'll perform the ritual
Uh, and I swear that this a cover up
They all
Hustling in the bars
Tips, Jukes, and Winning Hands
Locked tight in mason jars
Bit by bit
Little by little
Mile after mile
Ridin' in Granny's Car
Bit by bit
haters
Some of dem a hire private investigator
I tell dem no be by force eh
Tell dem no be by force
As I dey try waka pack I dey do my thing
I tell dem no
free but the church cost money
And he gon make you run it every sunday
I used to be the xmas king boy i wanted everything
I measured your love by what
backwards, coke-lacers worry about Masons, brick wasters
Lust chase, is day by day basis
Apocalypse came many times yeah, it gave many facials
I'm leaving with
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
forget it, it's Chinatown
Nothing's gonna stop us from twisting that cross in your heart
Church ain't over 'til they put the snakes back in the bag
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
Written By: Mason Horne, Justin Wilson
Baby they could pave our road
Shut the door on the little white church where I met ya
They could drop
a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"
Mr. Mistake Maker time taker Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never
extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never
extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never
I used to believe the one true church was the key
To feeling happy and being truly free
But now I have learned the truth
My happiness doesn't come
the news when you heard
Can't show my face, can't pay my respects
So I wrote this song to keep my feelings in check
Zeek Too Smooth Mason real humble
war in Middle East
Like mice teased by cheese
Then squeezed by self greed
Live in the city of sins
You need Gs to stay breathe
He kills the weak legally
the church boy
Cuz i stayed clean didn't wanna be no dope boy
They say I'm mean cuz i do things that i enjoy
I need sunscreen cuz the son won't stop shining
you can't stop my shine
This money came right on time
Got me wanting stop writing stop rapping
Maybe I should step in the church like mase
Church like
We're gonna be twenty minutes late wherever we go
You're gonna make me stop at the drive through to get yourself a Red Bull
You're gonna grab that
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