Bohemian Fade by Trust The Child Lyrics
[Intro]
Bring me to the church
They said I’m bad, I’m worse, I did all kinda things
I lost my way while searching
Never did it occur that I been finding pain
[Verse 1]
Ima make it down to the old town road
When I blow out her back bet the horse girl ass don’t fold, yea
And I been in the pews, and I did what I do, when I move no cracks in the cold
And she live where I live, so I give her the bib and I’m feeding her hole blindfolded
Now I’m talkin reckless, and her coochie fresh just like how my breath get
I done said that, I done meant that
Check my foreplay, I done wet that
Check my lent candle, I am so advent
She-a-convert she first comin, I’m humming my masses
Beat of my drums when I beat on they asses
Checkin receipt but ain't checkin your passion
All of this puzzlement got em so laxative
Clean up your accidents, acronym rap again
H-E-L-P ME, F-A-T-H-E-R please
Been a couple years since my last confession
I remember when I told you that I had no rent
And I was backwards bent
And I was shackled down
And in a shack of sin
And now I'm clamoring for resolution, absolution, I’ma do it
Tell your lil one how he gotta chew it
[Verse 2]
You've been viewing yourself in the mirror but really don't like what you're seeing
When you wake up ya next to your girl and you're positive that you be dreaming
You don’t make up your mind to go back in the booth that you already sleep in
So just tell em the truth, no more rest for the wicked, the energy frequent
(But how can I live like that?)
You just write with your high and your pen like that
(And what will my family say?)
Who gives a muhfuck bout your family name
Surrender to suffering, pick up your cross and go get to the shuffling
Dance up that hill like you ain’t scared of nothing and maybe one day you can wake up her husba-lin
[Bridge]
It’s not a hook—
It’s not a hook—
I been a crook, I been a man, I been a child, I been a fan
They took her up into that van
Bet that her parents ain't see her again--(OHH)--
[Verse 3]
Mr. Bohemian fade, I have not seen you for three or four days, oo
Hope you been saying your grace, look at them demons that’s leaving your place, oo
Hope you been saving your pages, circle the psalm, don’t lead em astray
You ain’t a leader today, get on your knees you need Jesus
You keep going on and the river gon' freeze
By the strength and weight of the wings that you flapping
Your pride a reflection the fact that you living
You think that you earned it, you know that it’s given
Ya missing the target, this shit is a journey
You think that you driven but you are a passenger
Treat it more sensitive like you a vascular
Maybe one day then you’ll find your forgiveness, uh
(Bring me to the church, ah)
Bring me to the church
They said I’m bad, I’m worse, I did all kinda things
I lost my way while searching
Never did it occur that I been finding pain
[Verse 1]
Ima make it down to the old town road
When I blow out her back bet the horse girl ass don’t fold, yea
And I been in the pews, and I did what I do, when I move no cracks in the cold
And she live where I live, so I give her the bib and I’m feeding her hole blindfolded
Now I’m talkin reckless, and her coochie fresh just like how my breath get
I done said that, I done meant that
Check my foreplay, I done wet that
Check my lent candle, I am so advent
She-a-convert she first comin, I’m humming my masses
Beat of my drums when I beat on they asses
Checkin receipt but ain't checkin your passion
All of this puzzlement got em so laxative
Clean up your accidents, acronym rap again
H-E-L-P ME, F-A-T-H-E-R please
Been a couple years since my last confession
I remember when I told you that I had no rent
And I was backwards bent
And I was shackled down
And in a shack of sin
And now I'm clamoring for resolution, absolution, I’ma do it
Tell your lil one how he gotta chew it
[Verse 2]
You've been viewing yourself in the mirror but really don't like what you're seeing
When you wake up ya next to your girl and you're positive that you be dreaming
You don’t make up your mind to go back in the booth that you already sleep in
So just tell em the truth, no more rest for the wicked, the energy frequent
(But how can I live like that?)
You just write with your high and your pen like that
(And what will my family say?)
Who gives a muhfuck bout your family name
Surrender to suffering, pick up your cross and go get to the shuffling
Dance up that hill like you ain’t scared of nothing and maybe one day you can wake up her husba-lin
[Bridge]
It’s not a hook—
It’s not a hook—
I been a crook, I been a man, I been a child, I been a fan
They took her up into that van
Bet that her parents ain't see her again--(OHH)--
[Verse 3]
Mr. Bohemian fade, I have not seen you for three or four days, oo
Hope you been saying your grace, look at them demons that’s leaving your place, oo
Hope you been saving your pages, circle the psalm, don’t lead em astray
You ain’t a leader today, get on your knees you need Jesus
You keep going on and the river gon' freeze
By the strength and weight of the wings that you flapping
Your pride a reflection the fact that you living
You think that you earned it, you know that it’s given
Ya missing the target, this shit is a journey
You think that you driven but you are a passenger
Treat it more sensitive like you a vascular
Maybe one day then you’ll find your forgiveness, uh
(Bring me to the church, ah)