Bad Religion

Frank Ocean

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    Taxi driver
    Be my shrink for the hour
    Leave the meter running
    It's rush hour
    So take the streets if you wanna
    Just outrun the demons, could you?

    He said: Allahu Akbar
    I told him: Don't curse me
    Bobo, you need prayer
    I guess it couldn't hurt me
    If it brings me to my knees
    It's a bad religion

    Ooh, this unrequited love
    To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult
    And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
    I can never make him love me
    Never make him love me
    Love me, love me
    Love me, love me
    Love me, love me
    Love me, love me
    Love me, love

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    Taxi driver
    I swear I've got three lives
    Balanced on my head like steak knives
    I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
    I can't trust no one

    And you say: Allahu Akbar
    I told him: Don't curse me
    Bobo, you need prayer
    I guess it couldn't hurt me
    If it brings me to my knees
    It's a bad religion

    Oh, unrequited love
    To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult
    And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
    I can never make him love me
    Never make him love me
    No, no, ow

    It's a, it's a bad religion
    To be in love with someone who
    Could never love you
    Oh, oh, oh, only bad, only bad religion
    Could have me feeling the way I do

    Song details

    Composition: Waynne Bruce, Christopher Breaux, Charles Gambetta, and Kevin Ristro

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