around the Sun (Sanctum Officium) Has made me believe Has made me believe Has made me believe "We know for sure you're lying Would you like to mess with holy
never see my face or my eyes, no way Headed to a place, nobody don't know my name No lames, no shame, no game, no blame, no mess, no dress, no thanks (
platter Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter The batter up, baby we on deck In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
was workin out on my ego often My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'm a mess with they people They
I'm Sayin', and you already know what it is, in times of need confess with The tongue, in the name of the Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit Amen
it drop I know that she watchin' me hopin' she ain't Underage you ain't dealin' with no sooth sayer, unknown stage I'm Flippin' the page of this burgandy Holy
Blasphemer of Gods above One thousand years of lies They hold their swords to out throats And force-feed us with faith 'Bout god, his son and holy whore
mouth full of pig's feet Thy shouldn't eat the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But
with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
: (Hook) Aww man y'all done messed up and let us in ya hood To preach the way the truth the life in ya hood Forget the 'lac with the steering wheel
I puked Please don't let that get you spooked Just overlook that I'm a mess While I run my hands up your dress I'm uncouth (x4) Holy cow
let that get you spooked Just overlook that I'm a mess While I run my hands up your dress I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth I'm uncouth Holy cow I
: Janie always said I was a mess Sorry bout that mess I made her bleed I'm planting my seed Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm I
hear the news Shut out the world behind us Put on your long black dress No one's ever gonna find us here Just leave you're hair in a mess I been searching
: Can this be or am I dreaming? What a mess! Woke up drunk lying on the floor This cannot be, my place is trashed Broken bottles everywhere Vomit oozing
they want, we did it like fools Their book was holy, we learned it by heart Their holy fight, we had to take part Exploited and cheated my life was a mess
pain stays the same. I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere, I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew. My Mama told me not to mess with sorrow