Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give
Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away
Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/
Which you know i'm different, right
Even with the devil on your side
Oh lord like it's sunday
Im on, im on tha way
So stoned dont even know what the fuck is going on,
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Life has put her to the test
I get dressed in my sunday best
Even when i had nothing left to give i still plodded on,
At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
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