Hell Yeah
(Verse 1: Vince Staples/Rag N Bone Man)
Pray before I drift into sleepSalvation is a gift and a curseKnees down on the steps of the churchHell bound as I step through the earth
Old folks begging for redemptionLost souls scratching at a stained glass windowWhere the grease players touch where the young souls sing about happy daysCold hands clutching on a lifelineHung by a man that preaches from a page given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reason
(Bridge)You and I don't feel obliged oh good Lord
(Chorus)But maybe I'm going to hell, yeahMaybe you're going to hell yeahFor all our wicked crimesBut if we're already going to hell yeah, hell we might as well get stoned and crucifiedStoned and crucified
(Verse 2: Vince Staples/Rag N Bone Man)
Pray before I drift into sleepSalvation is a gift and a curseKnees down on the steps of the churchHell bound as I step through the earthSales man pitching from a soap boxLook at you pushing all ya sons and daughters like lambs to the slaughter keep feeding that book of revelationIf forgiveness is only for the privileged does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner who's praying to the sky keep looking for a chance of salvation
(Bridge)You and I don't feel obliged oh good Lord
(Chorus)But maybe I'm going to hell yeahMaybe you're going to hell yeahFor all our wicked crimesBut if we're already going to hell yeahHell we might as well get stoned and crucifiedStoned and crucified
(Verse 3: Vince Staples)
Letter to my heavenly fatherWould you worry 'bout me drowning or just walking on waterAlways felt that you would grab me 'fore I dearly departedLoved you dearly but despair's all I feel when I frolic around the weary word is bad but it was broken by preachers, pay my offeringsBut officers was living like leeches, I'm feelin' lost in meChurch but my apartment is the smokers hangoutBehind my building is the dealers cribThey smoke and hangoutI go to school with all the dealer's kidsThey love to bang outThey know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open their mouthI thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your houseBut all I see is liars lying on my grandmomma's couchYou made a kingdom out of solomon, I see you disregard the sinBut what about the sodom and gomorrah shit is hopeless it's the crapI hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mindBut hell it's hard to admit it's all you got I'll take my side