Josh. - Temple mirrors lyrics
[Josh. - Temple mirrors lyrics]
Roll up to church, said my name is Josh
Girls be all like: "o my gosh
The ways
He gives praise
O just you watch"
Cuz I got my fresh kicks, Church clothes
Style for days, and down to my toes
High top, no fade
Never show to service a minute late
Holier than thou
Maybe, but I ain’t judging
Call me devout
Shoo, it ain’t nothin
Head to the room where the preacher comes out
Gives a good word, good and sound
Im convicted now
But later just doubt
We move to singing and the music gets loud
People in the front row giving a shout
Raise my own voice and become
One with the crowd
But after everything
Am I lifting praise or just praising myself?
The feeling passes and after we’re through
I chat up my peeps and bid them adieu
Done with my mingling, so I’m ready to go
Stomach is tingling and I call it Holy Ghost
It’s also possible that I’m
Simply feeling starved
Religious euphoria’s great but I
Head to my car
Outta church, on to Chick-fil-a
Until I remember: they’re closed on Sundays
Christian chicken: yeah, I need a fixin
But I guess now that it’ll have to wait
So what can replace?
Bojangles or PDQ might be okay
All I know is I gotta get some food
Some classic canned Campbell’s I guess
Will have to do
Eat that mess up, but first give a blessing
Gotta show thanks, you know I ain’t messing
They say Jesus ate amongst tax collectors
And sinners
I eat with my acquaintances
And a breadwinner
Rabbit-hole believer may be what I am:
But what’s wrong with preferring
My old lit fam?
I suppose learning how to turn around
Sometimes puts me in a loop
Still Hell’s a lot hotter than
This chicken noodle soup
Girls be all like: "o my gosh
The ways
He gives praise
O just you watch"
Cuz I got my fresh kicks, Church clothes
Style for days, and down to my toes
High top, no fade
Never show to service a minute late
Holier than thou
Maybe, but I ain’t judging
Call me devout
Shoo, it ain’t nothin
Head to the room where the preacher comes out
Gives a good word, good and sound
Im convicted now
But later just doubt
We move to singing and the music gets loud
People in the front row giving a shout
Raise my own voice and become
One with the crowd
But after everything
Am I lifting praise or just praising myself?
The feeling passes and after we’re through
I chat up my peeps and bid them adieu
Done with my mingling, so I’m ready to go
Stomach is tingling and I call it Holy Ghost
It’s also possible that I’m
Simply feeling starved
Religious euphoria’s great but I
Head to my car
Outta church, on to Chick-fil-a
Until I remember: they’re closed on Sundays
Christian chicken: yeah, I need a fixin
But I guess now that it’ll have to wait
So what can replace?
Bojangles or PDQ might be okay
All I know is I gotta get some food
Some classic canned Campbell’s I guess
Will have to do
Eat that mess up, but first give a blessing
Gotta show thanks, you know I ain’t messing
They say Jesus ate amongst tax collectors
And sinners
I eat with my acquaintances
And a breadwinner
Rabbit-hole believer may be what I am:
But what’s wrong with preferring
My old lit fam?
I suppose learning how to turn around
Sometimes puts me in a loop
Still Hell’s a lot hotter than
This chicken noodle soup