I'm living on such sweet nothing Sweet nothing So I put my faith in something unknown And it's hard to learn And it's hard to love When you're giving me such sweet nothing You're giving me such sweet nothing

Like "ooh, ah, pull up, hop out, ooh, ah" No faith, no fear, I know the drill You got a girl so don't get too close to me I mean, ain't that how it's supposed to be Mysterious, interesting, true Commenting I listen 'Cause everything I was thinking about

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't

A fire burns today Of blasphemy and genocide The sirens of decay Will infiltrate the faith fanatics Raise your hands now to testify Your confession will be crucified You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized Stand up! All the white

I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away You threw it away What'd you think I would say? You can't run away, you can't run away So what did you think I would say? You wouldn't

Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is king Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it

Oh, oh, oh, ohh Are you on the other side? Will you save us? Or will you run away? Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh Say my prayers but I lost faith a long time ago Dream nightmares I guess we're getting used to losing hope I don't even wanna know why you don't

This is a God dream We on an ultralight beam I'm tryna keep my faith This is everything You know we need it But I'm looking for more Somewhere I can feel safe And end my holy war This is my part, nobody else speak

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man You're such a nice guy, a nice guy You're faithful, you don't lie After the club, you go back home right Right, sike I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it I hope that your heart get hit by a

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be