My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen
[Kanye West:] What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? She say, she only here for her girl birthday, They ordered champagne but still look thirsty, Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty. I know I got a bad reputation, Walkin' ‘round, always mad reputation, Leave a pretty girl, sad reputation, Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation, I turnt the nightclub out of the basement, I'll turn the plane ‘round, your ass keep complainin', How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty winin' ‘round all these Jamaicans,
If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
[Kanye West:] I wanna fuck you hard on the sink, After that give you something to drink, Step back, can't get spunk on the mink, I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met, But, hey, admittin' is the first step, And, hey, you know ain't nobody perfect. And I know with the hoes I got the worst rep, But, hey, their backstroke, I'm tryna perfect, And, hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving, So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas