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Churches Video (MV)




Performed By: Mike Mitch
Length: 3:12
Written by: Michael Mitchell




Mike Mitch - Churches Lyrics
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And I'm so far from perfect
I'm still so far away
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, so perfect
Captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose, purpose
And I pray outside these churches, churches
Will not teach me how to worship
Assertive, all the masses make me nervous
Their way of thinking got me thinking that I'm worthless
I see the news, what's and who's
Is it worth it
Going crazy all my logic got me trippin'
We all look the same tryna be different
The lord is to blame I'm so gifted
I'm locked in baby tunnel vision
It's different
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, perfect
Captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose, purpose
And I pray outside these churches, churches
Makes us think that we ain't perfect
When god sending signs yes I heard him
It's all so divine so I'm working
My life is a routine and it's stressful
System got me thinking so neglectful
World try to project that we ain't special
Suppressing this depression you won't catch me
You can catch me on an island on a jet ski
She stated men ain't shit and then she met me
My ex opened me up and then she left me
My checks open them up and then I'm flexing
I don't waste no seconds second guessing
There are no mistakes there's only lessons
The money got me feeling like I'm ok
Like I can get away with murder like I'm OJ
For breakfast take an omelet with some OJ
Let the horns play
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in the Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, perfect
She captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose
And I pray outside these churches, these churches
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And I'm so far from perfect
I'm still so far away
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, so perfect
Captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose, purpose
And I pray outside these churches, churches
Will not teach me how to worship
Assertive, all the masses make me nervous
Their way of thinking got me thinking that I'm worthless
I see the news, what's and who's
Is it worth it
Going crazy all my logic got me trippin'
We all look the same tryna be different
The lord is to blame I'm so gifted
I'm locked in baby tunnel vision
It's different
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, perfect
Captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose, purpose
And I pray outside these churches, churches
Makes us think that we ain't perfect
When god sending signs yes I heard him
It's all so divine so I'm working
My life is a routine and it's stressful
System got me thinking so neglectful
World try to project that we ain't special
Suppressing this depression you won't catch me
You can catch me on an island on a jet ski
She stated men ain't shit and then she met me
My ex opened me up and then she left me
My checks open them up and then I'm flexing
I don't waste no seconds second guessing
There are no mistakes there's only lessons
The money got me feeling like I'm ok
Like I can get away with murder like I'm OJ
For breakfast take an omelet with some OJ
Let the horns play
And I'm so far from perfect, perfect
But everyday I'm working, working
Pour the bourbon in the Suburbans, Suburbans
On the highway I be swerving, I'm swerving
Shorty booty is so perfect, perfect
She captivating when she twerking, twerking
I can tell she knows her purpose
And I pray outside these churches, these churches
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Writer: Michael Mitchell
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