Letras
Come sing my praises
Make you see the light
Baptized on sight right
In between my thighs
Skin tight
(Hands inside my pocket)
Layeth on high
(Praise me like the prophet)
I'm not a guy in the sky
I'm the apple of your eye
Darling Come take a bite
I'm your:
God—given
Holy vision
Worship it
True religion
Tight fitting
Low sitting'
You worship it
True religion
Prodigal sun, and I'm a bitch rising
My moon makes u come
To me, tempts you like a siren
I don't need a rich man
Cause i am a *sample*
But i want you in my bed
Come on baby, break this bread
I'm not a guy in the sky
I'm the apple of your eye
Darling Come take a bite
Don't be shy
Cause it's just you and i
No one up there watching
I'll be the judge for tonight
I'm your
God—given
Holy vision
Worship it
True religion
Tight fitting
Low sitting'
You worship it
True religion
Dear god, may my low—rise meet me and my waistline be Always below my back
For your hands wrap around my sides, temptation will fall Just like that
Amen, Amen, Amen
I'm your
God—given
Holy vision
Worship it
True religion
Tight fitting
Low sitting'
You worship it
True religion
You worship it"