Sacrilegious ft. Khary 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