Sitting on a chromed-out dome
Rich from the soul I sold
Heavy is the crown I stole
Pull up in a off-white ghost
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
Lip seal, this is not a confession
I wish I could switch things up Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough? Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I wish I could switch things up
Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much
Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough?
Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I don't wanna wear this crown no more
I just want peace, but they all want war
Allen Thomas - WITCH TRIALS Lyrics
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Sitting on a chromed-out dome
Rich from the soul I sold
Heavy is the crown I stole
Pull up in a off-white ghost
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
Lip seal, this is not a confession
I wish I could switch things up Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough? Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I wish I could switch things up
Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much
Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough?
Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I don't wanna wear this crown no more
I just want peace, but they all want war
Rich from the soul I sold
Heavy is the crown I stole
Pull up in a off-white ghost
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
Lip seal, this is not a confession
I wish I could switch things up Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough? Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I wish I could switch things up
Do a little good for once
But I've seen too much
Can you hear me out for once
Am I praying loud enough?
Like, what the f*ck
Dead on arrival, hand on a bible
Running from five-zero with my disciples
Die like my idols, and leave on a high note
I could be a saint, but I sin way more
I could be a savior, but the f*ck for
I be going bad when the good gets born
Turn the last supper to a whole nine cores
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, f*ck count my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
I don't wanna wear this crown no more
I just want peace, but they all want war
Writer: Jason Thomas
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