Church of Better Daze

I was talking to a street corner preacher He said Man, I've got a few things I can teach ya Teach how to live in a righteous way Send you off to heaven this very day He said, Gimme that bag, son and Make a small donation to the Church of Better Daze He said, First off, you got bust up just enough of green Get it feeling good and fat we're gunna roll ourselves a bat Yea, that's right, kid. We're got smoke a grenade Three and a half grams of triple A to the brain He said, this ain't no pipe rip are you feeling alright, kid? It's the Church of Better Daze, come on Gotta roll it round tween your fingertips Shit this fresh you're gunna feel it stick Tight along the sides and loose up on the end And if you screw that up just try, try again Nobody complains we're are all the same At the Church of Better Daze He says, Secondly, You're gunna lite it up, flick, sip, puff Pass it along when you've had enough Share it with the crowd, don't let it hit the ground When it comes back, start another round It's a righteous campaign, we are all saved At the Church of Better Daze Alright, alright, settle down Cuz, on the 7th day, the lord took rest Even the almighty need time to digest Everything that's going on all of the time Somewhere in the world, the sun is about to rise But before I start my day, I always go and pray At the Church of Better Daze He said, one last thing, before we part ways You gotta follow your heart, make good art Call your momma and work real hard If you never ever cheat then you never have to lie If you're in the right place, you never ask for the time Son, you can blaze, and you can still get paid At the Church of Better Days Yes we're singing the praises of the rock of ages At the Church of Better Days It's bit of a haze but I'm feeling amazing at the church of better days aaammeeennn Yeah Good service