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Goody Grace

Judas

 

Judas


Don't know who to trust these days
Take one step and look both ways, oh

Hey listen up, I ain't new to this
Been dodging kisses from Judases
I give a kiss to my crucifix
Whatever that means, I just wanna believe that there's maybe, just maybe some truth in this
Might sell my soul for a Gucci vest
Whole generation of lunatics
My mind is lost in the gutter and I'm sick, here wondering, is there a cure for this?
And if there was, I'd be abusing it
I never fall for the stupid tricks
Everyone laughing and acting for cameras to look like their life on some movie shit
Canadian revolutionist
Don't try to act like you out here changing the game, you all been on some groupie shit, yeah

I feel my life fading away
Wonder who I will be today, oh

Lost in my life just through the door?
Wonder who'd cry at my funeral
Talking like your heart's so cold, oh but you never knew the snow
Daddy ain't around, made myself a man
Now he in my dm on instagram
Like, "I see you shining out there, my son"
Man, who the fuck are you calling son?
Oh my god, look what I've done become
I owe it all to my lonely mum
Wear my black heart on my sleeve
Oh, I just wanna believe
Loud [?] with little peep
I see angels when I sleep
I see demons when I'm woke
So go talking like you woke

Hey listen up, I ain't new to this
Been dodging kisses from Judases
I give a kiss to my crucifix
Whatever that means, I just wanna believe that there's maybe, just maybe some truth in this
Might sell my soul for a Gucci vest
Whole generation of lunatics
My mind is lost in the gutter and I'm sick, here wondering, is there a cure for this?
And if there was, I'd be abusing it
I never fall for the stupid tricks
Everyone laughing and acting for cameras to look like their life on some movie shit
Canadian revolutionist
Don't try to act like you out here changing the game, you all been on some groupie shit, yeah

Don't know who to trust these days...

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