Casual Religion

I just rolled a joint in Jesus' name I just found the answer in my pocket

In the form of Mary Jane Swear I heard someone call my name

It's hard to find solidity in anything these days

She says, Romeo, have you been getting sleep? The bags under your eyes tell me you haven't

slept in weeks I'm counting stars, I'm under cars, I'm in

the street Face to face with God, he drives a Honda CRV

What the fuck, I'm in the kitchen She's holy as hell an angel with wings

We made love, we sought forgiveness She said, baby, this is casual religion

Waking up, I saw the devil look at me He told me casual religion, it'll knock you

off your feet It ain't love, son, it's just prolonged defeat