Bad Religion - Frank Ocean

Taxi driver

You’re my shrink for the hour

Leave the meter running

It’s rush hour

So take the streets if you wanna

Just outrun the demons, could you?

He said «allahu akbar», I told him don’t curse me

«But boy you need prayer», I guess it couldn’t hurt me If it brings me to my knees

It’s a bad religion

This unrequited love

To me it’s nothing but

A one-man cult

And cyanide in my styrofoam cup

I could never make him love me Never make him love me Love

Love

Taxi driver

I swear I’ve got three lives

Balanced on my head like steak knives

I can’t tell you the truth about my disguise

I can’t trust no one

And you say «allahu akbar», I told him don’t curse me

«But boy you need prayer», I guess it couldn’t hurt me If it brings me to my knees

It’s a bad religion

This unrequited love

To me it’s nothing but

A one-man cult

And cyanide in my styrofoam cup

I could never make him love me Never make him love me No It’s a bad religion

To be in love with someone

Who could never love you

I know

Only bad religion

Could have me feeling the way I do