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Beware of wolves in sheep clothing Or Pastors in designer with sheep in cheap clothing Oh that's Bleinciaga Adam and Eve used fig leafs and we using Prada We were better off just wearing nada It's sad you see so many so and so's wearing blah blah Oh they told us come as we are If we leave the same we ain't really come very far So on Sundays wearing sweats praying in a war room Mondays in a suit sitting in a courtroom Which judge do we wanna impress? And I ain't judging you It's just some things we have to address Like why we churchin in the dark? Got it feeling like a club I knownJesus is the light They think Jesus is the plug Some won't share a prayer without a Cashapp Everybody looking for some change and some cash back This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves He flipping tables There's forgivness if you believe, believe, believe, believe He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves To many sheep trynna be the shepherd huh The flesh is eating us alive who the leapor huh The crowds trynna keep me quiet I'm the beggar Don't matter what part of the Body I'm a member I'm sanctified, Holy Ghost filled fire baptized Tell em speaking in tongues is not a past time Why they replace their titles with a cash sign Sundays looking like a Super Bowl half time It's not a stage it's an alter We weren't allowed to play in the pulpit when we were smaller Order I miss ushers in white gloves Deacons in black ties and church mothers I loved Why we churchin in the dark got it feeling like a show They think God can be controlled I know God is in control (ughh) Don't say God said unless He said it Know He could be returning any second This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves He flipping tables There's forgivness if you believe, believe, believe, believe He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves They gambling with the cross like the crucifixion So many churches you would think that there's a new religion When they can't stand the rain there's a new edition In 2020 everybody thought they knew the vision Every bodies a prophet everyone's an Apostle Only a few are chosen that's right out of the Bible Gospel it's all about Heaven or Hell The Devil will have you think that Heaven is Hell Light shows in the sanctuary Worship service looking like the first of January Tell me how we pose to save the nation When our church is full of segregation We ain't wrestling with flesh and blood The only thing that comes out of flesh is blood This isn't anger it's love Now let's see what correction does This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves He flipping tables There's forgivness if you believe, believe, believe, believe He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables Jesus He flipping tables This is a house of prayer Not a den of thieves, thieves, thieves, thieves
Writer(s): Jarred Haynes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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