Art of Drifting - KB

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

How yo’all feeling tonight?

Make some noise for Jesus, yeah!

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 passed 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