Church - Tom Macdonald & Brandon Hart Ft Nova Rockafeller (Uncensored)

"Church"

I need a short drink or a long prayer
I been sober but I don't care
I'm so scared of my own self
I get no help and that's no fair
So don't go there, I been hell and back
I got scorched hair in this Gucci cap
I got empty bottles and a million follows
I'll regret swallowing the Ativan
Fuck it, let's be real
I resent the way that I feel
I pretend that it's cool but I miss getting drunk
And I'm angry that God doesn't help when I kneel
Fuck it, I said my prayers
When I got clean, shit just got worse
I quit doing drugs and I pleaded with Jesus to save me
But he didn't hear my words

This shit don't work, it hurts
I went to church, now I need liquid courage
Whiskey in my glass, I take the knives
Out of my back to stir it
Go to hell and back again
Then show you burns to prove I earned it
I need shots or God to gain the strength I need
I'm just a person

I've prayed on my way
To the liquor store that they'd lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me, is anybody there
'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse
I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church

I keep talking to God but he don't hear me
And my demons are there always listening
I get lost in the dark, drowning in whiskey
And I went in so far you say you miss me
I'm on a ship in a bottle so say goodbye at the shore
Break the glass and you'll find me, I'm not who I was before
Close my eyes in the darkness and hold onto the storm
I'm a wreck in a bottle, I wasn't built for war
Those church pews, bright lights
Whiskey glasses, bottles of booze
Make short days turn long nights
The bottle, the bible, I didn't know what to choose

I've prayed on my way
To the liquor store that they'd lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me, is anybody there
'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse
I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church

I can't read but the bible's still with me
My eyes can't see from the bottles of whiskey
I don't believe anybody will miss me
And I'm on my knees, tell me, God, are you listening?

I've prayed on my way
To the liquor store that they'd lock the door
'Cause I'll lay in my grave
If the whiskey pours like it did before
I'm scared, I send out a prayer
Can anybody hear me, is anybody there
'Cause honestly it hurts, and every day is worse

I keep buying whiskey when all I need is church