Art Of Drifting

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 countin' money from your merch homeboy

Ticket ticket ticket ticket tickets

Ticket ticket 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 talkin' Jesus as soon as the mic is off

I had a dream last night, this is what I saw

You can build a Christian empire without God

Livin' for the bus, yeah, yeah

Breakin' out the cups, yeah, yeah

Hennessy by the tub, yeah, yeah

Loosen up, yeah, we ain't in the field no more

Just the dugout now

How you living?

Did you turn God to your little business?

Who cares? I'm winnin'

And I gotta go on

How y'all feelin' tonight?

Make some noise for Jesus, yeah

You are getting worse homeboy

You are getting worse homeboy

Play the church, take the birds home

Never hear you talk about the word no more

Except when you tryna defend your dirt homeboy

My God

You done let your eyes go

Started fornicatin' with your IPhone

She keep her body too tone, then vitilago

Send emoji eyes those

Said that you would never bite though

(Too smart for that)

'Til she showed up at the show in the front row, row

Probably would've panicked

But you gone off that zoloft

Wearing the same outfit that you left that comment on

Sayin' one thing to the crowd

But in your mind takin' her clothes off

Went down in the DM

Pushed the flight back

Knock on room 103 and

Came around, 1: 03 a. m

Wait, uh-oh, hold up, she in, wait

Wait, where your wedding ring at?

Wait, can you keep a secret?

Can't believe it, my God

Yeah, how are we here?

Crucified Christ again that's that double treein' at the Double Tree

How many ended like me here?

Oh, not one did

You were dead before you checked in

You've been driftin'

Nobody wakes up addicted

Every great fall's from 100 bad decisions

Whole legacy passed, you just no-looked it

Lost in the sauce, didn't know you're slow cookin'

Remember when you didn't wanna be alone?

All you talk is numbers

Took the filters off your phone

When you stopped callin' on your pastor when you got home

Spendin' more time with Instagram than the Son of God, oh God

Miles from the shore now

Wifey left with both of the boys now

Daddy, daddy, daddy why you let it go down?

Was mommy not enough for you to hold out?

Tell me where we 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 the end

It's over, it's over, it's over