Myrna "Peaches" Crenshaw - Church lyrics

Man, have you ever really wondered Like why are we here? What the meanin to all of this? [Hook: Big Boi] Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh.. (HALL-LE, LU-JAH) [Verse One: Big Boi] Big, slide into the mode, time to drop a load My life is goin downhill like some cardboard in the snow My bank account is frozen, I Don't think that I can get out this hole Feel like the figure four leglock Like the jury went away and then they came back deadlocked I can't move, I can't eat, I can't even breathe Can't even buy a decent sack without the stems and the seeds No trees, no P's to ease the stress of everyday livin But homeless people gotta s** it up wherever they livin The unforgiven or the unwillin, live a life of sinnin And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginnin [Interlude] But what about repentance? What about the tension? What about you eating dinner in the devil's kitchen? But what about repentance? What about committing the same sin Over and over again and again and ah.. [Hook - singers] Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh? Please tell me - what are we here foooooooorrrrrrrrrr? OW! [Verse Two: Big Boi] Life, is nothin but a dream, so peaceful and serene Unless you're bein evil then you on the devil's team Well I receive what you want to believe But soon you'll have to sew those bad seeds Please, any man can ask, to get a pa** Or a cleansing of sin to grant another chance Perhaps another glance of the light at the end of the tunnel Talk to the coach or break out the huddle Whatever should you fumble your rebu*tal should be subtle Cause he who lives in the upper room is never gullible As you survey the syllables and sentences The question that I'm merely tryin to pose is as simple as me sayin [Hook] (minus HALL-LE-LU-JAH singers) [Interlude] [Hook] (ad libs to the end)