[Verse 1]
Fantastic, the wolves is leading the masses
With cancer wrapped up in plastic
And packaged as a distraction
I'm livid as my reaction, I'm sinning and feeling bad
But the gimmick-targeted ads just be sending me autographs
Of the critics who tell me that "You a Christian but you a man"
Can't be perfect, just less than that
So I'm renting a couple bags of tobacco
I'll give it back, I'm just sniffin', kinda like a rat
My ambition kinda like a fad
And my mission kinda like a sad glance
Through the peephole, what you seeing hoe?
Hard to pull out when I'm in it, on my needle nose
Lonely me a paradox, I'd rather be alone
Facing my past, come out looking like I seen a ghost
Jеsus knows, Jesus testify that I don't see Him
In the circumstancеs when I need Him most
These days I'm a Pharisee, I just kneel and pose
I can't empathize with you when all my feelings gone

[Chorus]
Come get me
Pigs'll fly the day I'm respected

[Verse 2]
In my Ye era, not talking MBDTF
I need my faith better, 'cause I been losing it
I keep writing, my journal is where the music is
All the saints and prophets see me as a hooligan
I'm just a stupid kid