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Dear God

 

Dear God


Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah

Dear God, where'd ya go?
You haven't been answering your phone
Not saying I'm mad but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more
Oh dear God, I hate to say
People don't believe in you these days
Not saying I don't but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more

Oh dear God, we haven't talked in a while
I'm all grown up now but still feel like a child
And I'm sorry that I only holla when I need a favor
But all my people really need a savior
Enough about me, what about you dawg
You beefing with science?
And by the way I got some bad pressure in my sinus
It may be a migraine, it may be the climate change
But who am I to talk, I haven't recycled in 5 days, yeah

Dear God, we still celebrate Christmas
'Cause the novelty of holidays is really big business
You heard the prophecy of ol' Saint Nic
I heard this year he got Ms.Claus some big fake tits
And the longer you go missing
The more the story's twisting
And people count the days to make their birthday wishes
And it's never gon-never gonna change
So you should come around more

Oh dear God, where'd ya go?
You haven't been answering your phone
Not saying I'm mad but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more
Oh dear God, I hate to say
People don't believe in you these days
Not saying I don't but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more

Goddamn, people say that I'm insensitive
And that I use your name in vain and I should be more sensitive (uh-ho ho)
But I bet they mean more secretive
To not expose the hypocrite in every walking piece of shit
And hiding is insulting your intelligence
That fake-ass walking 'round in sundays best
When they know the world revolves around money and sex
The worst people are the first to forget (uh)

Ooo-na-na-na, oh no
I bite my tongue but can't change how I think
Ooo-na-na-na
I talk to you because I can't afford a shrink
Ooo-na-na-na
It's the everyday people who do the ugliest things
And it's never gon-never gonna change
So you should come around more

Oh dear God, where'd ya go?
You haven't been answering your phone
Not saying I'm mad but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more
Oh dear God, I hate to say
People don't believe in you these days
Not saying I don't but the world is fucked up
So you should come around more

Oh dear God, and it's never gon never gonna change
So you should come around more
Oh dear God, and it's never gon never gonna change
So you should come around more
And it's never gon never gonna change
So you should come around more
Oh dear God, and it's never gon never gonna change
So you should come around more

I'd like to say "Thank God"
(You should come around more)
(You should come around more)
(You should come around more)
So you should come around more

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