God Be You Songtext
von Nostalghia
God Be You Songtext
Someone diggin′ in my head
Someone foolin' up my bed
Is it rapture that he wants
Is it capture that I sought
God be willing
God be true
God be thrilling
God be you
I want money in my bank
Gasoline in my tank
Can you give me what I need
I′m breakin' bitches
For the seed
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
I ain't winnin′, not yet dead
You can′t starve me, I'm unfed
You look pretty when you need
I like nicer when I feed
God be willing
God me true
Fuck my conscience
God be you
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
With love as my religion
And sickness as my drug
Carefully craft incisions
Until you fit like glove
With love as my religion
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions
Until you fit like glove, like glove
With love as my religion, baby
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions, baby
Until you fit like glove, like glove
With love as my religion, baby
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions, baby
Until you fit like glove
Someone foolin' up my bed
Is it rapture that he wants
Is it capture that I sought
God be willing
God be true
God be thrilling
God be you
I want money in my bank
Gasoline in my tank
Can you give me what I need
I′m breakin' bitches
For the seed
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
I ain't winnin′, not yet dead
You can′t starve me, I'm unfed
You look pretty when you need
I like nicer when I feed
God be willing
God me true
Fuck my conscience
God be you
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby
Would you die, die for me
Into the sea, into the sea
Would you die for me, baby?
With love as my religion
And sickness as my drug
Carefully craft incisions
Until you fit like glove
With love as my religion
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions
Until you fit like glove, like glove
With love as my religion, baby
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions, baby
Until you fit like glove, like glove
With love as my religion, baby
And sickness as my drug, drug
Carefully craft incisions, baby
Until you fit like glove
Writer(s): Ciscandra Nostalghia, Roy Alan Gnan, Tyler Lee Bates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com