Lyrics

You're a shaman and a conman And a diva and a diamond paid in blood You're a liar, but they buyin' it I need two more suppliers for my drugs (I'm going crazy) Feels like the world's made of letters So why do I feel so constrained by my words? Like saying things are gonna get better That's the fakest shit that I ever heard If it's something you gotta pay for Then heaven wasn't made for me If I gotta be saved for it Then heaven wasn't made for me If there's people you've got a hate for Lovin' what they made for, lovin' who they came for Where crooked saints get the big reward No, heaven wasn't made for me No, heaven wasn't made for me Okay, bye All these shitty people made it past the gates So you can keep your faith I dreamt to die to spend my time in heaven Missin' all of my mistakes Feels like the world's made of letters So why do I feel so constrained by my words? Like saying things are gonna get better That's the fakest shit that i ever heard If it's something you gotta pay for Then heaven wasn't made for me If I gotta be saved for it Then heaven wasn't made for me If there's people you've got hate for Lovin' what they made for, lovin' who they came for Where crooked saints get the big reward No, heaven wasn't made for me No, heaven wasn't made for me No, heaven wasn't made for me No, heaven wasn't made for me No, heaven wasn't made for me (Now, a Godly woman) No, heaven wasn't made for me (Now, a Godly woman is a very sympathetic) No, heaven wasn't made for me A woman should learn in quietness and full submission
Writer(s): David Singer Vine, Lisa Dawn Vitale, John Downey, Lincoln Solomon Jesser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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