Gingerjamesfair - Pray to Myself

Christ I come to you
Tell me what I can do
What is the point of life?
If it's gonna be shit all the time
Oh I may as well pray to myself

Just send me a sign
An angel with cash
A cloud made of chocolate
Or a wind that brings love
Oh I may as well pray to myself

It doesn't mean dick
Because it doesn't exist

Written by:
James Fair, Larry Smith

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