Meaningless emptiness religious discontent strike up those preachy hands while your bodies bathe in sin if i had any kind of faith i wouldn't follow
[Chorus:] Them Feel Say Tru Them Go A Church Them Sins Dont Need Forgiving Forgiving Them Really Gone From Bad To Worse With Them Careless Living Living
I put it all back together Mass melted chambers strictly guarded by barretas, uh Cash means 'fo the jewels they get they ass beat Sweat in my sleep
doin' time, how long I don't know. I'll kiss goodbye my brain and body And go to sleep for generations. And go to sleep for generations.
to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep
Good or bad, which side are you on Make your choice, I hope you sleep well Why can't you see, it's only a few that make profit here Lose your voice while
(late last night) last night you were the end raisin' my spirits my head on the floor turned around fast walkin' back to your door this run of bad luck stuck like sleep
't need forgiving, forgiving Them really gone from bad to worse with them Your careless living, living Me ah boy no go church from how long Rather sleep
trapped in here The only friend I got is my enemy and he's in the mirror I gotta deal with the tension The shit get's so deep, I dont go to sleep Bullshit
or Malonda decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it
am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep
Woke up sweating in the sun Sprawled across my big brother's grave Shaking and drunk with sleep I crawled to my feet and walked up into the shade Of a
to sleep Pray my soul to keep away From the holy spirit, holy ghost They're hiding in the dark Oh, nightmare, electric chair You might not get to heaven Bad
much ruffles in my duffle cant close this bag its so much cash, i need 10 hands now to count my stash, ll cool gucci mane im bad, never need a mask,
About someone I barely knew at all He was a friend of my friends and they told me about him How he had nothing to break his fall He had that bad religion
lost in coma where it's beautiful Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep Do you wonder what it's like Living in a permanent imagination Sleeping
stay The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday" I said, "Oh man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong I ain't a bad
I can still hear my ummi saying Where is our freedom? In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland
