Gee Watts - Church lyrics

rate me

This is hate so get some gas and fly,

Boy seems rock now they so rock and is fine

These babies still die, right after type

Is no guy, this my life and constantly I play

They vide and colape

That mean ...is in the batterfield

That toxic air from way down base,

My chatter feel, rather still cuz we rather still

As you can see my education is feeling

Tragic they will, you blusting they kill, faster, drags and lams close

I’m so imagine their will

Demons, Lucifer you write this

The world behind close door spitritual real beens

Profit corporation is the nation that we feed it

Stakes man gone, better do some wide

I’m here to restore the feeling

Then not to do no preature, far slaighing always balling

I’m just not feed ‚em

They box coped me up inspire my new regions

Tehnicly from ym sit the nerve, the nerce is what you need it

And that’s worth from dollars on day, thay pay even , even

So tell me how the hell do you believe in? Church

And now it’s set just for the homies

And my course say click, click, bang, bang , click, click, bang, bang

Boy do your damn think

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Boy do your damn think

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Yeah, it’s the same thing, lies on alongtools, sukers believe anything

Say it and don’t care, do before they pary shit

Look he’s hungry dog, and it’s natural with his different spirit

Cracks on the lighters, real dude, real D.

Prostitute, snake nigga, ooh my, my, my

Ooh my G., G.

And I’m gonna stay that, dark night right there explain back

How saying that berry that fame back

Chuppeble rapper any, knocking this trap play back

Return in black with noise, no fear of that ages with all that jungle ooh yeah

Bounce back, house back, even the present will lie desing ain’t got the mouse trips

You getting more beans with hundred dummy

This track to track with paper tell ‚em you need money

Bitch with my middle role, pussy with my gum,

I’m gone too deep for we call it so

Ooh let me back check, run up in that hop fat

Analogy’s pary so could rap until you grab that

Try to strore the feel

When I was a coke, I knew that I was a dope still

Near cook, click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

That’s the song I requaire and sing

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Click, click, bang, bang

Boy do your damn thing

Now do the double work in my Sunday best

First steps feel in fligher then rum way check

He will let that thang move, they see drums get away

Won’t take no advice unless we gonna play safe

He digging full of shit, instead I’m fully your will

I turn to be a bully with torch and wipes

No love, no death and no plans pull o your dick

I’m original man, you a bithc, I;mma real

This ain’t no God, we do what find good

And a bottom of a bottom get’s a rain full of dope

I don’t trust your minister, I don’t trust your vote

Where else I’m suppose to ge, I mean at the end of my role