Letras
Money makes me feel better
You told me it was a ticket to hell
Oh, how come?
Do you think that I'm a devil?
Sex makes me feel better
How could you judge me?
I know you don't deserve to
Now you act like a Pharisee (ah)
When I was poor, my mom was stressed out
Now look, money made me a good boy to my mom
When I was poor, I was like a hungry fox
Now look, I saved a lotta buddies from the basement
I just bought a Christian, it's blinging on my body
I'm toasting with celebrities at the same bar
Hey pretty, do you wanna fuck with me? That's no problem
But Sunday morning is coming, I gotta go to church
I'm still fucking Christian
Though I'm wearing new Christian
You should check my algorithm
It's not much different from the old me
I'm still fucking Christian
Though I'm wearing new Christian
You should check my algorithm
It's not much different from the old me
I'm still fucking Christian
I'm still fucking Christian
I'm still fucking-
Stinky smell's stuck in my room even after I took a shower
How can I erase it? Where's the origin?
Hey Mister, I'm talking about you
What's funny? Seriously?
You feel this disgusting smell
I think it's from your stinky breath
Street people, you think you're smart
You think you got no god
But I know you worship yourself
What a stupid god, is your god a liar?
Your god is so outrageous
You would better die
I just bought a Christian, it's blinging on my body
I'm toasting with celebrities at the same bar
Hey pretty, do you wanna fuck with me? That's no problem
But Sunday morning is coming, I gotta go to church
I'm still fucking Christian
Though I'm wearing new Christian
You should check my algorithm
It's not much different from the old me
I'm still fucking Christian