Don't make me go back to the church
Don't make me swallow no stars
Don't make me lean on no gods
I don't trust him one bit
Don't make me sing to clouds
Don't say i'm so depraved
Saints in all of my nightmares
Peter come, peter go, peter go, peter go
Oh mama i hate to disappoint you
Oh papa i'm just grabbing at lightning
Oh love i'm sorry for promises i made with no intentions
Don't take me on back to the church
Why y'all got mouths for ears
Mercedes lexus in your driveway
Don't you f*cking see the beggars at your doorstep
Token home for the broken
Or broken home made for toking on the blunt of bibles
Fig trees blunt folks with blunt minds
And blank eyes and blank smiles
Where is gabriel
Where is michael
Where the angels
I wanted to be here
I wanted to stay here
I love you to death but i won't make my grave here
I wanted to be here
I wanted to stay here
I love you to death but i won't make my grave here
Don't make me go back to the church
Don't make me go back
Don't make me go back to the church
Don't make me go back
Where is the angels i knew in the bible
I hope i can see it i pray for survival
I know that there's more
I call on the lord he don't pick up the phone
If you still have my number i hope you remember
Goodbye
I'm gone