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    [Vince Staples]
    Pray before I drift into sleep
    Salvation is a gift and a curse
    Knees down on the steps of the church
    Hell bound as I step through the earth

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    Old folks begging for redemption
    Lost souls scratching at a stained glass window
    Where the grease players touch
    Where the young souls sing about happy days
    Cold hands clutching on a lifeline
    Hung by a man that preaches from a page
    Given by another man
    That was looking for a rope or a reason

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    You and I don't feel obliged
    Oh good Lord

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    But maybe I'm going to hell, yeah
    Maybe you're going to hell yeah
    For all our wicked crimes
    But if we're already going to hell yeah
    Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified
    Stoned and crucified

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    [Vince Staples]
    Pray before I drift into sleep
    Salvation is a gift and a curse
    Knees down on the steps of the church
    Hell bound as I step through the earth

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    Salesman preaching from a soap box
    Look at you pushing all ya sons and ya daughters
    Like lambs to the slaughter
    Keep feeding that book of revelation
    If forgiveness is only for the privileged
    Does the light shine brighter on a saint
    Or a sinner who's praying to the sky
    Keep looking for a chance of salvation?

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    You and I don't feel obliged
    Oh good Lord

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    But maybe I'm going to hell yeah
    Maybe you're going to hell yeah
    For all our wicked crimes
    But if we're already going to hell yeah
    Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified
    Stoned and crucified

    [Vince Staples]
    Letter to my heavenly father
    Would you worry 'bout me drowning
    Or just walking on water?
    Always felt that you would grab me
    'fore I dearly departed
    Loved you dearly
    But despair's all I feel when I frolic
    Around the weary word is bad
    But it was broken by preachers
    Pay my offerings
    But officers was living like leeches
    I feel it lost in me
    Church but my apartment
    Is the smokers hangout
    Behind my building is the dealers crib
    They smoke and hangout
    I go to school with all the dealer's kids
    They love to bang out
    They know it's wrong
    But they don't feel the need to open their mouth
    I thought you said the truth was taught
    By those who go in your house
    But all I see is liars lying
    On my grandmomma's couch
    You made a kingdom out of Solomon
    I see you disregard the sin
    But what about the Sodom and Gomorrah shit?
    It's hopeless it's the crap
    I hope you're not offended
    By the thoughts inside my mind
    But hell it's hard to admit
    It's all you got, I'll take my side

    [Rag'n'Bone Man]
    But maybe I'm going to hell yeah
    Maybe you're going to hell yeah
    For all our wicked crimes
    But if we're already going to hell yeah
    Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified
    Stoned and crucified

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