Songteksten

Walk into the room like you're Jesus Turn water into wine just to please us Some of us can see through your halo We know what it's made of, It's just fools gold in the end Oh no, you can't fool me You're just a spiritual broadcaster Nothing on your channel but bullshit And you can claim you're this And you can say you're that But when it comes down to the brass tacks You're just a spiritual broadcaster, spiritual broadcaster You can say you lost all your ego It's looking pretty healthy to me though Take another look at the scripture I think you missed the picture Let me bring it in to focus for ya Oh no, you can't fool me You're just a spiritual broadcaster Nothing on your channel but bullshit And you can claim you're this And you can say you're that But when it comes down to the brass tacks You're just a spiritual broadcaster, spiritual broadcaster Preacher preacher Here come the teacher I dont remember asking for a lesson or a feature You look uncomfortable, so take a seat Don't need to prove yourself to anybody or me Nobody wanna hear it cause we're all tryna chill And now the sound of your voice got me staring at the ceiling It's far from appealing and the wrong kind of juice You talk a whole lotta bullshit and got nothing to lose You're just a spiritual broadcaster Nothing on you channel but bullshit And you can say you're this And you can claim you're that But when it comes down to the brass tacks You're just a spiritual broadcaster, spiritual broadcaster Spiritual broadcaster Spiritual broadcaster
Writer(s): Adam Kampf, Christopher Cope, Christopher Montague, Fabian Acuna, Jackson Taylor Wetherbee, Jackson Wetherbee, Jefferey James, Jeffery James, Logan Rex, Matt Huber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out