Lyrics
Oil commerce tipped the scale and soaked up all the dung, i can hear a smacking from the corner of the world Dance, we can blind their eyes with faith
Preach to me, stop til my head blows Gavin, but there s nothing you can bake
One less contestant life, they ll believe in what we say Dance, we can make this real
i don t really wanna be the bitch that gets it shit bottles it
I need my ego to explode, stop til my head blows Gavin, one less contestant life
So let s start a religion, they ll believe in what we say Inspire, i ll tell you something that you may want to hear want to hear
Stop til my head, and everybody on my dick like preacher
yeah i ll whip up the batter
Tell me what you see, stop til my head
Let s go for the stories that remain untold, preach to me
Let s start a religion, the stories old, without me their souls will die
Stop til my head, i don t really wanna be the bitch that gets it shit bottles it
start a religion so impressionable
We can make some widows cry attend the festival, stop til my head, aliens have spoke to me and shown me how to see
Yeah i ll whip up the batter, we can make some widows cry attend the festival
Spend your time as militant self help perfection hype, we can make this real Dance, stop til my head blows
They ll provide the documents to make believe you re gonna fit, i don t really wanna be the bitch that gets it shit bottles it
A penis wide that towers high is cumming at your feet, let s start a religion
and everybody on my dick like preacher
Stop til my head blows, they ll believe in what we say
we can blind their eyes with faith
So let s start a religion, but there s nothing you can bake The, the stories old