Picking You Young Fathers

I'm picking you and you
'Cause that's all that seems to matter lately
All alone by yourself, what do you do?
It's the closest thing to heaven, maybe

Lay low, what you missing, is ammunition
Pay the toll, save your soul, before they getcha
Lay low, what you missing, ammunition

Keep your lights off, curtains closed
Whatever currency that holds
Strangers to ourselves, they take your money
But they hate your kind
Oh the power of money
Oh why, oh why do I always end up with Scorpios or Geminis
See I don't want no adios, to get close

"They only time I go to church is when someone in the casket"
I said "The only time I got to church is when someone in the casket"
"Good men are strange, bad men are obvious"
Mama said "The good men are strange, the bad men are obvious"

I'm picking you and you
'Cause you don't really matter to me
You'll never find your way to heaven
But you can follow me

You'll never find your way to heaven
You'll never find your way to heaven

"Good men are strange, bad men are obvious"
Mama said "The good men are strange, the bad men are obvious"

Heaven

You'll never find your way to heaven
You'll never find your way to heaven
You'll never find your way to heaven

Heaven