Taylor Castro - Preacher Man

Jack of all trades but a master of none
Spitting out words like a date-rape drug
He's a serpent with a halo in disguise
Manipulate the mass until they see what you do
Try to take it back so they don't turn on you
cre you tired being fake all the damn time?

Preacher man
Who you talking to?
Preacher man
What you tryna prove?
Selling us a scam
With every lie
You make it true
We all know you are not divine
Sit down
No, you are not the preacher man

Mind of all thieves but the author of none
Swallow down faith like an expensive rum
He's a Bluebeard with a razor in disguise
Victimize your mind until we're sorry for you
Try to take it back so we don't doubt that you do
cre you worn out from wearing skin all the damn time?

Preacher man
Who you talking to?
Preacher man
What you tryna prove
Selling us a scam
With ever lie, you make it true
We know that you are not divine

Sit down
No, you are not the preacher man

cll the money
In the toilet
Picking teeth with
Their credit cards

In the back seat
Of the taxi
Telling stories
Of how you're a god

Say you're sorry
When I'm busy
With a whole damn
Soliloquy

I don't really care
I don't really care
I don't really give a fuck

Preacher man
Who you talking to?
Preacher man
Who you talking to?
Preacher man
Who you talking to?
Preacher man
What you tryna prove?
Selling us a scam
With ever lie, you make it true
We know that you are not divine
Sit down
No, you are not the preacher man

Written by:
TAYLOR CASTRO

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