Sitting on a chromed out throne
Rich from the soul I sold
Heavy is the crown I stole
Pull up in the off white ghost
Dead on arrival
Hand on the bible
Runnin' from Five-O
Will my disciples
Die like my idols
And leave on a high note
I could be a saint but I sin way more
I could be a savior, what the fuck for?
I be going bad when the good gets boring
Turn the last supper to a whole nine course
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, fuck counting my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
Lips sealed, this is not a confession
I wish I could switch things up
Do a little good for once, but I've seen too much
Can you hear me out for once, am I praying loud enough?
Like, what the fuck?
Dead on arrival
Hand on the bible
Runnin' from Five-O
Will my disciples
Die like my idols
And leave on a high note
I could be a saint but I sin way more
I could be a savior, what the fuck for?
I be going bad when the good gets boring
Turn the last supper to a whole nine course
Bury me alive at the liquor store
Count money, fuck counting my blessings
Rope chain with a cross on the necklace
Dark thoughts start getting obsessive
Lips sealed, this is not a confession
I wish I could switch things up
Do a little good for once, but I've seen too much
Can you hear me out for once, am I praying loud enough?
Like, what the fuck?
Dead on arrival
Hand on the bible
Runnin' from Five-O
Will my disciples
Die like my idols
And leave on a high note
I could be a saint but I sin way more
I could be a savior, what the fuck for?
I be going bad when the good gets boring
Turn the last supper to a whole nine course
I don't wanna wear this crown no more
I just want peace, but they all want war
