U'nique Music - Sacrilegious lyrics

[Chorus: Khary Durgans] Sacrilegious, two's forgive us But I'm in the car with three b**hes 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 ima pray to anyone but you And ima pray to anyone but you [Verse 1: Khary Durgans:] 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 p**n, 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 [Chorus: Khary Durgans] Sacrilegious, two's forgive us But I'm in the car with three b**hes 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 ima pray to anyone but you And ima pray to anyone but you [Verse 2: Khary Durgans] My mother pinched the skin of my thigh, damn, I fell asleep But I can't help to pa** out in wooden seats where 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 baptised, 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 cinna bun, 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 [Chorus: Khary Durgans] Sacrilegious, two's forgive us But I'm in the car with three b**hes 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 ima pray to anyone but you And ima pray to anyone but you [Verse 3: Khary Durgans] 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, candyland 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 the 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 [Outro - spoken: The Specs Almighty] 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