Of course they all hate
It seemed everything was great
I'm chilling with jesus
We don't ever make love
New york, va, dc, get paid
Too bad i'm pretty great,
My criteria ain't even that serious
Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/
Went up and called jesus,
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Trying to get back to this thing called love
Ima leave them praying for jesus
Stop blamin me for everything, jesus
See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love
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