Sunday Service (Ghost Town Gospel Version) - Ye

Someday we gon' set it off

Someday we gon' get this off

Baby don't you bet it all

On a pack of Fentanyl

You might think they wrote you off

They gon' have to rope me off

Someday the drama'll be gone

Years ahead but way behind

Talk like I drank all the wine

I'm on one two three four five

Caught between space and time

No half-truths just naked minds

This not what they had in mind

But maybe someday

I've been tryin' to make you love me

But everything I try just takes you further from me

I've been I've been tryin' to make you love me

But everything I try just takes you further from me

Somedays I wanna tell everybody

Somedays I wanna hit the red dot on everybody

Somedays ohh

Now that I'm livin' high I'm smokin' m*******a

Now that I'm livin' high I do whatever I wanna oh yeah

I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be yeah yeah

I put my hand on a stove

I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

And nothing hurts anymore I feel kinda free

We're still the kids we used to be

I put my hand on a stove to see if I still bleed

And nothing hurts anymore