Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Church in the Wild , by - A Surgeon. Release date: 20.08.2012
Song language: English
No Church in the Wild |
| Human being to the mob |
| What’s a mob to a king? |
| What’s a king to a god? |
| What’s a god to a non-believer? |
| Who don’t believe in anything? |
| We make it out alive |
| All right, all right |
| No church in the wild |
| Tears on the mauseoleum floor |
| Blood stains the coliseum doors |
| Lies on the lips of a priest |
| Thanksgiving disguised as a feast |
| Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche |
| Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin' from police |
| Cocaine seats |
| All white like I got the whole thing bleached |
| Drug dealer chic |
| I’m wonderin' if a thug’s prayers reach |
| Is Pious pious cause God loves pious? |
| Socrates asks, «Whose bias do y’all seek? |
| «All for Plato, screech |
| I’m out here ballin', I know ya’ll hear my sneaks |
| Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats |
| Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats |
| Preach |
| Human being to the mob |
| What’s a mob to a king? |
| What’s a king to a god? |
| What’s a god to a non-believer? |
| Who don’t believe in anything? |
| We make it out alive |
| All right, all right |
| No church in the wild |
| I live by you, desire |
| I stand by you, walk through the fire |
| Your love is my scripture |
| Let me into your encryption |
| Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra |
| I call that jungle fever |
| You will not control the threesome |
| Just roll the weed up until I get me some |
| We formed a new religion |
| No sins as long as there’s permission' |
| And deception is the only felony |
| So never fuck nobody with’out tellin' me |
| Sunglasses and Advil |
| Last night was mad real |
| Sun comin' up, 5 a. |
| m |
| I wonder if they got cabs still |
| Thinkin' 'bout the girl in all-leopard |
| Who was rubbin' the wood like Kiki Shepard |
| Two tattooes, one read «No Apologies» |
| The other said «Love is cursed by monogamy» |
| That’s somethin' that the pastor don’t preach |
| That’s somethin' that a teacher can’t teach |
| When we die, the money we can’t keep |
| But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain’t cheap |
| Preach |
| Human being to the mob |
| What’s a mob to a king? |
| What’s a king to a god? |
| What’s a god to a non-believer? |
| Who don’t believe in anything? |
| Will he make it out alive |
| All right, all right |
| No church in the wild |
| No church in the wild |
| No church in the wild |
| No church in the wild |