[Intro]
Don't let me, yeah
Don't let me, uh
Don't let me, yeah
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, please
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, buddy
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, please
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let— Mm, mm
[Verse]
In my opinion, I think your funeral might be the fakest day
Second that you're d—, most love the gift that you can't even take
Or imagine I never had support when I would aim for Saturn
Won so much, thе moon is next, now fake support is in my space
Somе Christians blind debating, relationships with Christ ain't saving
Seem I made a wave that's seems repeated, world is less creative
Mind of pride, fooling I'm right, a stubborn view tried segregating me
God pulled man back to basics, back to days I weren't complacent
Since I dibble-dabbled up in that life, a dark place where there's no advice
Try look for advice, comparing flashlights
Foot on a landime, blew like a bagpipe
Worldly desires enticing on that side
Really more blinding, that sin was a bad kind
Battling what's expected with the faking
'Round hating, wish that I could dip, no baptize
Boy, I got a call from an atheist, angry
He said, "Boy, you're bugging for trusting in G-O-D"
He said, "How you believing it's real? If it was, then it wouldn't be evil on T-O-P"
If I could title this Earth, call it Nuketown, the way they be toxic, you'd think it was C-O-D
Judas' lurking, man, it smell too fishy
Weary on the swimming, it's kinda like C-O-D
I love complaining, wailing, never waiting
Truth, I'm only stating, but still, it's what I ain't praying for
[Outro]
I'm sick of being sick and tired, man
That's what he said to me, by the way
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, please
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, buddy
Don't let me talk my stuff, don't let me talk my stuff, please
It's 3, haha, DC3
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go seek that
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