Sunday Service (Ghost Town Gospel Version) - Ye
Someday we gon' set it off
Someday we gon' get this off
Baby don't you bet it all
On a pack of Fentanyl
You might think they wrote you off
They gon' have to rope me off
Someday the drama'll be gone
Years ahead but way behind
Talk like I drank all the wine
I'm on one two three four five
Caught between space and time
No half-truths just naked minds
This not what they had in mind
But maybe someday
I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
I've been I've been tryin' to make you love me
But everything I try just takes you further from me
Somedays I wanna tell everybody
Somedays I wanna hit the red dot on everybody
Somedays ohh
Now that I'm livin' high I'm smokin' m*******a
Now that I'm livin' high I do whatever I wanna oh yeah
I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah
I put my hand on a stove
I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be
I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed
And nothing hurts anymore
