Jeff Eveline - Pray and get high (feat. Chris Moner) Lyrics

Oh pray
Alright
Yeah
Hope you hate me
Half of the way I burn
If you don't have your picture
Up at the God's home
(Bitch you ain't no saint) Bitch you ain't no saint
Pray and get high
Pray and get high
(Yeah) Pray and get high
I ain't tryna rush so take ya time
Take a shot and get ya loose up off the wine
Hot girl hope you know you came fire
I been looking hoping you gone let me slide
Tryna figure out what's going on (Yeah)
Late night I heard you creeping on the low
Feeling like your with it
Where's the lighter for the smoke
She know I been tryna hit it
I been waiting for the go
Go (Go), woah
I'm so tired of playing games
Yeah
Heart turned cold and you the blame
Huh, quick to claim that you a saint
Searching for fame
I can see right through a lie
(Yeah, yeah)
Hope you hate me
Half of the way I burn
If you don't have your picture
Up at the God's home
(Bitch you ain't no saint) Bitch you ain't no saint
Pray and get high
Pray and get high
Pray and get high
You can get a taste of ya own medicine (Oh yeah)
Bitch I hope you know that you ain't heaven sent
Counting up them favors add ya seven cents
You be in it for the clout, ain't think about it since (Yeah)
Ya friends saying that you should've let me know
But I'm knowing that you never would've let it show
Got me with the run around, and end up saying no
Seeing everything that shines it ain't always gold
It ain't always gold (Ohh)
What's on your mind
Since feelings changed (Ehm)
Heart turned cold and you the blame (Heart turned cold and you the blame)
Heard you get a round and got a man
Top down I'm just tryna get a plan
I'm just tryna be ya number one fan
Yeah
Hope you hate me (Yeah)
Half of the way I burn
If you don't have your picture (Oh yeah)
Up at the God's home
Bitch you ain't no saint
Pray and get high (Get high)
Pray and get high (Get high)
Pray and get high
Pray and get high
(Alright)
Pray and get high
Pray and get high
(Ohh, uhm)
(Ohh uhm, uhm, uhm)