Lyrics Roses - Emily Brimlow

All these politics, checking off the list
Religious hypocrites tryna sell me on the doctrine
Tryna sell me something for my soul
Tryna sell me something for my soul, nah
Firey-eyed brimstone teachers tryna tell me something different
But I ain't gon' listen, no-oh
I'ma start my own religion
I'ma start my own religion

I got roses growing in my backyard
Every soul that's lost is a tear from God
And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see
Every wall we've built will crumble

All the benefits that the richer people get
Is the poor get poor and the wealthy get rich, no
I don't think it makes a difference
Chrome or diamond, real or fiction
As the TV switches and the saleman gives you pictures
All the strolling gives you twitches
But you know there's something different
I ain't feel like you're the one that's in control
But are you really in control?

I got roses growing in my backyard
Every soul that's lost is a tear from God
And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see
Every wall we've built will crumble

I got roses (Mmm)
Growing in my backyard (In my backyard)
Every soul that's lost (Every soul that's lost)
Is a tear from God (Is a tear from God)
And I'm hopeful (Oh-woah)
That one day we'll see
Every wall we've built (Every wall we've built)
Will crumble (Crumble, crumble)
I got roses (I got roses)
Growing in my backyard
Every soul that's lost (Ohh)
Is a tear from God (Is a tear from God)
And I'm hopeful
That one day we'll see (Oh, we're gonna see)
Every wall we've built
Will crumble (Crumble)