Songtexte Church - Phoenixinredd

Take him to church
He sold his soul long ago making bacon off merch
Told that hoe adios I don't fake it and flirt
Pour a glass of Merlot now Satan's at work damn
Yeah
Life is crazy berserk
Roll the dice throw the rice hope she's faithful and pure
Verses cold as my heart think her face is the cure
All aboard we depart now her face is a blur yeah

All that confidence you made it up
Now I see you in the streets you keep a radius
Longer than a block you don't know what to say to us
So you stutter and go back home and you play it up
Every verse I write is effortless I lay it up
If I lost this time I know I'd never make it up
Money trees it's autumn guess I gotta rake it up
While she's doing hella cocaine that's the Brady Bunch yeah
I treat these rappers like a Whac-A-Mole
Verses pack a punch so I don't have to pack a pole
She give the addy Uber gladly she's so latch-able
Like the wine cellar doors in Napa Valley homes
Wrote my wrongs tried to read 'em off an edible
Letters look illegible damn it hit incredible
She's so petty I can't put her on a fucking pedestal
Smoking Grade-A marijuana if twelve ask this shit is medical

Say you're better buddy you're lying to me
It's incredible how confident you're trying to seem
That's a setup you just can't be reliant on dreams
Keep your head up cause your girl been compromising my sleep
Saw her on Pinterest met up to kick it
Got down to business ended up winded
I don't got a Gram but I'm all that she mentions
Come with a plan and I leave with a vixen
She got a tattoo of her last dude
Funny thing is I'm her last dude
We drinking like some initiation-to-frat rules
Weed expensive smoking those Mobile gas fumes
What's the price per gallon
Got a girl think she's Italian
With a little bit Brazilian and a little side of malice
Took a little bit of Valium now we tripping in a palace
Told that boy to eat his words but he don't have a vile palate nah

Yeah
Well bitch I'm me
I'm
Four drinks down and six feet deep
My
Coffin reeks of liquor and weed
My
Offer stands you can take it or leave
My
Coffer's full cause pain ain't cheap yeah
Life's a bitch but she's a daughter to me
You
Slice the wrist and bite the hand that feeds
Seems nice to be a star but I'd rather be free