Khary, Specs The Almighty - Sacrilegious lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary, Specs The Almighty - Sacrilegious lyrics]
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
Can we be faithful? Even if
Fate's full of liars
Church hired, I attended in grade school
Couldn't be made cool
Mother thought we needed it
Before Wikipedia had got me
By without reading it
Now I just Google search Jesus Christ
And the Crucifix
In the tab next to porn, rap blogs
And the newest kicks
Our foolishness
Haha! I made it far without a father
If I don't believe in yours
There's no need to be a martyr
Since Rick Ross is popping mollies in a drink
I ain't the only elephant in the
Room who needs a shrink
Blinking your missile blessing, please
No more Bible lessons
See, I been stressing, questioning the sea
That's when He's helping me
Uh, is my development arrested?
Yeah, not a Catholic, but I'm confessing
That these King James scriptures
Got me tired
Feeling dyslexic
From the fact that I can
Feel no connections damn
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
My mother pinched the skin of my thigh, damn
I fell asleep
But I can't help to pass out
In wooden seats when pastor speaks
I only hope that he's
Practicing what he preach
I hope he doesn't have a wife
That he's married and probably beats
Like Dr. Dre headphones, uh
Looking for placement
Nah
Never been baptized, clearly the son of Satan
Shun me, shun me, don't Holy Water my dreams
Stevie Wonder promised me there's a
Place where the sun beams
For everyone, for anyone
Surprised church offerings don't
Have a minimum
Get a gun, a Cinnabon
Half the choir got diabetes
Don't believe me till they're at their own
Funerals leaning to no more singing
I mean
I'll probably have a midlife
Crisis full of vices
Just hope I find where Christ is before
I find where the knife is
Inclined to look towards the sky
But never face it
If Heaven had a staircase
We'd all fall down wasted
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
I know I'm not perfect, and
I'm not trying to be
Though
But if God exists
Then we're reflections of his ego
Did Moses part seas in a robe, or a speedo?
Would Jesus look fly on the
Cross in a tuxedo?
Vanity, I asked for answers
But vanity's what he handed me
I can't
Can it be? 'Cause my
Canopy's calling candidly
Mechanically, Candy Land can't be feeling
Far away from fantasy
Ruled by praying, so
Bow down for your anarchy
Humans need purpose
I think that's why they made it
My mother's past word was purposeful, so
I obeyed it
I wonder what the suicide rate
Is on a slave ship
Wait, give 'em God, give 'em God
They can take it
Check back at 30 when my credit score's nice
And does Heaven have an opening?
'Cause I applied twice
I know you're disappointed
But I ain't your only son
These are just my views on religion at 21
When you do good, that's God
When you do bad, that's the Devil
When you at the local strip club
And you got your last dollar
This month's rent
And you puttin' it in that
Stripper's G-string... that's the Devil
But when you getting that Grammy
That MTV award
You know who you better thank; you'd better
Thank God! You'd better thank God
Now, bow your heads, as I count my bread
The Lord knows, and you know
We're sacrilegious
Amen
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
Can we be faithful? Even if
Fate's full of liars
Church hired, I attended in grade school
Couldn't be made cool
Mother thought we needed it
Before Wikipedia had got me
By without reading it
Now I just Google search Jesus Christ
And the Crucifix
In the tab next to porn, rap blogs
And the newest kicks
Our foolishness
Haha! I made it far without a father
If I don't believe in yours
There's no need to be a martyr
Since Rick Ross is popping mollies in a drink
I ain't the only elephant in the
Room who needs a shrink
Blinking your missile blessing, please
No more Bible lessons
See, I been stressing, questioning the sea
That's when He's helping me
Uh, is my development arrested?
Yeah, not a Catholic, but I'm confessing
That these King James scriptures
Got me tired
Feeling dyslexic
From the fact that I can
Feel no connections damn
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
My mother pinched the skin of my thigh, damn
I fell asleep
But I can't help to pass out
In wooden seats when pastor speaks
I only hope that he's
Practicing what he preach
I hope he doesn't have a wife
That he's married and probably beats
Like Dr. Dre headphones, uh
Looking for placement
Nah
Never been baptized, clearly the son of Satan
Shun me, shun me, don't Holy Water my dreams
Stevie Wonder promised me there's a
Place where the sun beams
For everyone, for anyone
Surprised church offerings don't
Have a minimum
Get a gun, a Cinnabon
Half the choir got diabetes
Don't believe me till they're at their own
Funerals leaning to no more singing
I mean
I'll probably have a midlife
Crisis full of vices
Just hope I find where Christ is before
I find where the knife is
Inclined to look towards the sky
But never face it
If Heaven had a staircase
We'd all fall down wasted
Sacrilegious, two's forgive us
But, I'm in the car with three bitches
Poseidon, been keeping these hoes wet
Aphrodite's, got kisses upon my neck
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
My Lord
I'm only doing what Your Son would do
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
And I'ma pray to anyone but You
I know I'm not perfect, and
I'm not trying to be
Though
But if God exists
Then we're reflections of his ego
Did Moses part seas in a robe, or a speedo?
Would Jesus look fly on the
Cross in a tuxedo?
Vanity, I asked for answers
But vanity's what he handed me
I can't
Can it be? 'Cause my
Canopy's calling candidly
Mechanically, Candy Land can't be feeling
Far away from fantasy
Ruled by praying, so
Bow down for your anarchy
Humans need purpose
I think that's why they made it
My mother's past word was purposeful, so
I obeyed it
I wonder what the suicide rate
Is on a slave ship
Wait, give 'em God, give 'em God
They can take it
Check back at 30 when my credit score's nice
And does Heaven have an opening?
'Cause I applied twice
I know you're disappointed
But I ain't your only son
These are just my views on religion at 21
When you do good, that's God
When you do bad, that's the Devil
When you at the local strip club
And you got your last dollar
This month's rent
And you puttin' it in that
Stripper's G-string... that's the Devil
But when you getting that Grammy
That MTV award
You know who you better thank; you'd better
Thank God! You'd better thank God
Now, bow your heads, as I count my bread
The Lord knows, and you know
We're sacrilegious
Amen