Vomit Of The Soul Lyrics

Okay

Ayo, Poetics

Bring the drums in

Uh

Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah

Nah, Nah, Nah

I was your first Valentine

High

School was nice we were in

Ninth

Or tenth grade

It's been a long time

Wrote you a poem about

Your green eyes

It was cheesy

But I made you comfortable like some DC shoes

You wouldn't leave me, boo

Or ghost me

But you broke me when you wrote me that letter

Breaking up with me due to pressure in your life

And the next week

Did freak another type of Middle Eastern

Girl in the bathroom

Was a bad dude

Mad fool

Couldn't have you

Nuts like Cashews, never stabbed you

But you cut me off

Circumcised like Matthew (Matthew)

Or Matisyahu

Years later saw you at a park

Got ya snap (Snapchat)

Then we met again

Unlimited sex and near death experiments

Did shrooms, coke, weed

This embarrassing

Lust got me in cuffs, not free from sin

Toxicity, I would cheat

Had to get revenge

I guess the grade that I get is an F, LDS

But I'm not Warren Jeffs

We all have a flesh

You can be at war with your sin or a slave who's dead

Got a BA in Theology, which means I'm fed

Head is full of knowledge but an empty heart in chest

Checkmate, it's the end

My ex won the game

God can convert a bull like I'm switching lanes

Without Lois

Why did she do this?

Knew it would ruin my rep

Like that rapper who's Jewish

You wish you didn't confess our sins to Pastor Chris

Years of church discipline

I lost membership

Kicked out the church

I've been served or cooked like grits

The elders had to honor the Lord so I ain't pissed

Repent then Pres can

See my sin clear like Ferguson, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eh-hey, yeah

When I repent then I'll see my sin clear like Ferguson

I'll see how gross it is

When I'm born again

See

Due to Adam's sin we are born sinners by nature and by choice

Read Genesis three

And look all around us

Confession is the vomit of the soul

Don't go back to that vomit

That is gross

I keep going back

That shows that I'm bad like Michael Jackson

Confession is the vomit of the soul

Don't go back to that vomit

That is gross

I keep going back

Keep going back

Shows that I'm bad like Michael Jack

I been a bad guy

Billie Eilish

I'm a pirate and a rabbi

A walking contradiction

A pastor and a pimp

Who can preach and please a princess (Princess)