Khary - Elmer's lyrics

Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I
Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I
Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I may
Stop sinning and find my way to Christ

Strawberry, strawberry, my mind so sweet
These thoughts I carry, rinse, wash, repeat
Can't help my nature, big sun, small raisins
Sweet dreams, no patience, I grind my teeth
Boy, boy, you gon' cry
Null, void, of you don't try
Eventually the pain feels much better
When it's held together, like glue

Yeah
Maybe I
I gotta' figure out, I gotta' figure out
Is it my inner mouth?
I got a lotta' things I gotta' figure out
Gotta' visit my inner mouth
Runnin' from in and out from in and out
Runnin' from in and
(Yeah) I got a lotta things
I gotta' figure out

I feel like I'm Jones, like Osmosis
Deep in my body and my soul shit
Second, guessin' the price of the Omen
'Cause life keeps on tellin' me
"Go Fish"
Some will do anything to get noticed
Mad Max in a death valley
Doug funny for a Mayonnaise Patti
'Bout to risk it all cause she had a fatty
Girl of my dreams wouldn't send me
The addy until I glowed up
Used to have shows where
Nobody ever showed up
Now I got bands, got fans in North Dakota
I am no Pac, but it felt like I was shot
Now I know I'm 'bout to pop
I've been shaking up the soda
The Garden of Eden
The sin was the freedom I needed
So high I was seated
I took the form of elitist
Never waited for saviors
Don't believe in a Jesus
The holiest of ghosts is the
Energy that's between us
Look who shaved half his head
Look who don't know who he is
Questions his sexuality but never
Does he desire men
A victim of overthinking all the
Things that he can't understand
This is that Red Ryder B.B. gun
You'll shoot your eye out
Let's have a party
Find some girls we can fly out
Prayin' that by 45 I don't
Gotta Shuck and Jive
No one wants to be at the
Club when it die out
I froze up in the moments
That I had all the answers
I know that I won't
Get to get back all these chances
Learned to tango, Devil dances
Rudolf Red Nose, ain't no Prancer
The socially awkward coward
Tryna' find his Rocket Powers

Strawberry, strawberry, my mind so sweet
These thoughts I carry, rinse, wash, repeat
Can't help my nature, big sun, small raisins
Sweet dreams, no patience, I grind my teeth
Boy, boy, you gon' cry
Null, void, of you don't try
Eventually the pain feels much better
When it's held together, like glue

Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I
Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I
Let's pray for their salvation, as they say
Pray that I may
Stop sinning and find my way to Christ