Boy Golden - Church of Better Daze Lyrics

I was talking to a street corner preacher
He said Man, I've got a few things I can teach ya
Teach how to live in a righteous way
Send you off to heaven this very day
He said, Gimme that bag, son and
Make a small donation to the Church of Better Daze

He said, First off, you got bust up just enough of green
Get it feeling good and fat we're gunna roll ourselves a bat
Yea, that's right, kid. We're got smoke a grenade
Three and a half grams of triple A to the brain
He said, this ain't no pipe rip are you feeling alright, kid?
It's the Church of Better Daze, come on

Gotta roll it round tween your fingertips
Shit this fresh you're gunna feel it stick
Tight along the sides and loose up on the end
And if you screw that up just try, try again
Nobody complains we're are all the same
At the Church of Better Daze

He says, Secondly,

You're gunna lite it up, flick, sip, puff
Pass it along when you've had enough
Share it with the crowd, don't let it hit the ground
When it comes back, start another round
It's a righteous campaign, we are all saved
At the Church of Better Daze

Alright, alright, settle down

Cuz, on the 7th day, the lord took rest
Even the almighty need time to digest
Everything that's going on all of the time
Somewhere in the world, the sun is about to rise
But before I start my day, I always go and pray
At the Church of Better Daze

He said, one last thing, before we part ways

You gotta follow your heart, make good art
Call your momma and work real hard
If you never ever cheat then you never have to lie
If you're in the right place, you never ask for the time
Son, you can blaze, and you can still get paid
At the Church of Better Days

Yes we're singing the praises of the rock of ages
At the Church of Better Days

It's bit of a haze but I'm feeling amazing at the church of better days

Aaammeeennn

Yeah

Good service