KB - Art Of Drifting lyrics

[Verse 1] You don’t love the church no more You don’t love the church no more You don’t wanna serve no more You just love the perks homeboy And counting money from your merch homeboy Ticket ticket tickets Ticket ticket tickets And we ain’t got time no more God is not God no more He is just a job homeboy, oh boy Where did we get off and where did it all go wrong? We stop talking Jesus as soon as the mic is off I had a dream last night and this is what I saw You can build a “Christian” empire without God Living for the buss yeah yeah Breaking out the cups yeah yeah Hennessey by the tub, yeah yeah Loosen up yeah we ain’t in the field no more Just a dugout now How you living? Did you turn God into your little business? Who cares? I’m winning And I gotta go on [Vamp] How yo’all feeling tonight? Make some noise for Jesus, yeah! [Verse 2] You ain’t getting worse homeboy You ain’t getting worse homeboy Play the church take the birds home Never heard you talk ’bout the word no more Except when you tryna defend your dirt homeboy My God You done let your eyes go Started fornicating with your iPhone She keep her body too tone Then the light goes Send emoji eyes those Said that you would never bite tho Till she show up at the show in the front row row Probably with a panic But you going off that solo Wear the same outfit that you left that comment on Saying one thing to the crowd But in your mind taking her clothes off Went down in the DM Pushed your flight back Knocked here room 103m Came around 1:03 a.m Wait, uh-oh, hold up, she [?] Where your wedding ring? Wait can you keep a secret? Can’t believe it My God Yeah I’m a weer Crucified God again that’s that double treeing at the Double Tree How many ended like me here? Oh not one day You were there before you checked in You’ve been drifting No one wakes up addicted Every great falls from 100 bad decisions Whole legacy pa**ed you just overlooked it Lost in the sauce didn’t know you were slow cooking Remember when you didn’t wanna be alone? All you talk is numbers Took the filters off your phone When you stopped calling on your pastor when you got home Spending more time with Instagram than the Son of God, oh God Miles from the shore now Wifey left you with both of the boys now Daddy daddy daddy why you let it go down? Was mommy not enough for you to hold down? Tell me where we’re gonna go now I don’t wanna be here I was just a man last weekend Can I be a king after Bathsheba But David never danced again He limped all the way to [?] It’s over It’s over