| Got the coffee table, got the paper, got the Scriptures
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| Got the liquor, got the Swishas
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| Bout to get turnt up
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| Got the Bible, turn the pages, hit the switches
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| Get the digits, call the homies
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| Tell them all to pull up!
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| Backbone to the pavement
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| And I pray beyond the spaceships
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| Two feet on the ground, fuckin' up
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| Screamin' «Oh my God!» |
| now
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| Got a vice, cold as ice
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| Whatever your drug of choice, you pay the price
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| So don’t you knock me down or knock it 'til you try it
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| Don’t judge me!
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| They say that we’re crazy (Hit me!)
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| Hoooah, 'cause they don’t understand us, us!
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| (Yeah, uh!)
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| (That what they talkin', uh)
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| But now they talkin' crazy!
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| (Always talkin' crazy)
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| Who said that I can’t have everything I want?
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| (One more time now!)
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| Ooooh (the revolution will be televised)
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| Talkin' God, love, sex and drugs!
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| Call the doctor, call my daddy, call my mama
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| Call the pastor, this communion
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| Tell 'em fill my cup!
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| We admit that we got issues
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| God forgive us, we are sinners
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| Guns N' Roses, middle fingers up!
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| Gotta vice, wrong and right
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| Whatever your drug of choice, you pay the price
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| And, Lord, I’m just hopin' to get a second try
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| Don’t judge me!
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| They say that we’re crazy
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| (Aw shit now!)
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| Hoooah, 'cause they don’t understand us, us!
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| (Ha-ha, yeah!)
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| But now they talkin' crazy
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| Who said that I can’t have everything I want?
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| (Everybody drunk, huh?)
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| Ooooh
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| Talkin' God, love, sex and drugs!
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| (Oooooooh!)
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| 'Cause you fall for anything if you don’t stand for somethin'
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| (Oooooooh!)
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| And are fears alike well, you know come a dime a dozen
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| (Oooooooh!)
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| When it all comes around full-circle, we did it out of lo-o-ve!
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| So don’t you tell me
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| People say that we’re crazy
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| Huh, they don’t understand us, us!
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| (I'm just sayin, fuck it!)
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| But now they talkin' crazy
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| Who said that I can’t have everything I want?
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| Noooo why?
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| Talkin' God, love, sex and drugs!
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| I want it all!
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| I’m like, ATM!
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| I want all the money!
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| I want some God
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| Some loooove
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| A lot of sexxxx
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| And some drugs!
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| You know, nothing illegal!
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| Talkin' God, love, sex and drugs! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God, Love, Sex, and Drugs , by - K. Michelle. Song from the album KIMBERLY: The People I Used to Know, in the genre R&B