The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
And i can't help but stare, cause
Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church
Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag
Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along
Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave
I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind
My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,
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