No Religion

Yeah Yeah Cold, cold, cold Your body's gone Cold, cold, cold Our body' gone I ain't talk to God in weeks now, no, aye I feel addicted to the streets now, no Is there a paradise for my sins? Good or bad Is there a line when do we win? I ain't never thought of suicide, that's how we live oh no no Ohhh (that's how we live) Getting lit popping pills like I ain't got a loved one Lucid dreams from my fix and I ain't on a cover Ohhh hoo I pray the sins don't burry me, yeah Ohhh hoo For now just try to comfort me Cold, cold, cold Your body' gone Cold, cold, cold Our body' gone Bodies be dropping The violence stopped him Away from the streets Now the records his dropping From the back of his garden Made a bet on his soul in Titties be popping Guess the sinning ain't stopped him Now they lay after touching, yeah As they pray for the mourning Ohhh hoo ohhh, yeah yeah As they pray for the mourning Yeah Ohhh No church in the wild Pastor pray for my sins Guilty between her tithes Passion as we both breathe, ugh Knocking over that lean Overdosing on me Overdosing are we Overdosing I mean it Cold, cold, cold (ohhh) Yeah Cold, cold, cold Your body's gone Cold, cold, cold Our body' gone