Guess heavens all full
Cause everybody sins
Hell must be a dream
If everybody wins and
I thought he paid in full
I thought he wrote the book
And
How much more does it take
To stray away to keep the faith
To entertain
My sins have an audience
But I ain't profiting
Give 10% to the prophetess
Front front thee apostle sits
Backseat where the sinner is
Sat the bar bring the bishop in
It's okay to be different
Besides my differences
He still loves me
Yeah half of me
And I'm indebted
To a reality nobody seen
I guess it's really faith the size
Of a mustard seed and
I'm only pure when my minds free
Of me
Know a couple friends that's bless
But never believed
Know a few saints who still
Roll up the weed
Crop all they tees
Hope they dot their I's and cross
Their T's after this
No Delilah but they all Deceive
In the mix and
Love you to your face
And hate you in Secret
Family not excluded
Hate that I can't choose it
My voice is still loved
But never heard
Even though I write the
Words to all my music