Kolby Cash - Findin' My Religion

When I was a young man, much younger than today
I sought to find the good lord's plan along my weary way
Well I heard about a preacher man who many folks did say
Could turn my faith into dollar bills and all I had to do was pray

I asked him for his wisdom as I looked into his eye
He said "Here's God's truth, I'ma shoot you straight"
His breath smelled like whiskey rye
He said "I give folks hope, but in return you know I catch one thick ass tithe"
"And if that don't work then I feed 'em the fire and I tell them the end is nigh"
Well I asked "Why?" I asked why. His reply
"So I can fly on my new jet plane, money sick, insane, straight capital gains"

He said "I am fakin' my religion for the benefits
Well a long time ago me and the lord called 'er quits
But then I took a look around and found I like how it sits
Damn right I fake it, you see the world forgets
That I promise them the keys to heaven's gate
And I pass me around my collection plate
I give the little girls a smile and the tell me I'm great
Damn right I fake it 'cause I'm goin' home to wife number eight

He said "I am fakin' my religion for the benefits
Well a long time ago me and the lord called 'er quits
But then I took a look around and found I like how it sits
Damn right I fake it, you see the world forgets
That I promise them the keys to heaven's gate
And I pass me around my collection plate
Letter R before my name to give my status a bump
Damn right I fake it 'cause I sold my soul to Donald J

Fuck you know about tax free money?
Tax free money
Let me tell you 'bout tax free money
Let me tell you 'bout tax free money, tax free money
Tax free money, tax free money

Written by:
Adam Brown

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