Великий Гэтсби / Great Gatsby, The. 14. No Church in the Wild Jay-Z, Kanye West feat. Frank Ocean & The-Dream

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Великий Гэтсби / Great Gatsby, The.

14. No Church in the Wild  Jay-Z, Kanye West feat. Frank Ocean & The-Dream

No church in the wild

Нет церкви в диком мире

Frank Ocean:
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive,
Alright, alright, no church in the wild

Jay-Z:
Tears on the mausoleum floor,
Blood stains the Colosseum doors
Lies on the lips of priests,
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rolling in Rolls Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hiding from police
Cocaine seats, all white
Like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic,
I’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious
Cause God loves pious?
Socrates asked whose bias do y’all seek?
All for Plato, screech, I’m out here balling,
I know yall hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost,
Get the hell up out your seats,
Preach

Frank Ocean:
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive,
Alright, alright, no church in the wild

The-Dream:
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

Kanye West:
Coke on her black skin
Make a stripe like a zebra,
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission
And deception is the only felony
So never fuck nobody without telling me
Sunglasses and Advil, last night was mad real
Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder
If they got cabs still?
Thinking ’bout the girl in all leopard
Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd
Two tattoos one read «No Apologies»
The other said «Love is Cursed by Monogamy»
It’s something that the pastor don’t preach
It’s something that a teacher can’t teach
When we die the money we can’t keep
But we probably spend it all
Cause the pain ain’t cheap, preach

Frank Ocean:
Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive,
Alright, alright, no church in the wild

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