Have we come to the bitter end? The bitter end Sweet love, my oldest friend No make-up, no pretend You swear to God but I'm a non-believer And you're losing faith while I've been holding on Trying to find the root of all this come between us Trying to

On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

Do you still love me Is God playing evil tricks on me' When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms Oh, I love you, Amy Oh, I love you, oh It's God shining through to me I guess

Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, miss you on my lips Callin' out, bang

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,

And I can't explain It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill I used to dream that I'd discover The perfect lover someday I knew I'd recognize him If ever he came 'round my way I always used to fancy then He'd be one of those god-like kind of men