Club Church/Club Hell - Khrysis, Add-2

What if the club was a church, the DJ was the pastor

Shots was communion, let’s break bread

Hands paying just to get in like they payin' they ties

But you can’t come as you are, the dress code kinda tight

See the in the dresses sweatin' out they weaves

While they sweatin' out their stresses

Niggas yellin' «preach!»

when the hearin' all the verses

'specially the ones they love the most

2 Chainz came on and all the people caught the holy ghost

Singin' like a choir we acquire all the things that we desire

Let the chronic get the best of me like Mya

Higher power, still raining like light showers

This is sounds of blackness like a speaker up at Howard

How that sound to ya?

Listen while I paint a vision

When shots rang out, we call it the Benediction

Headed for the door they get saved like baptisms

Asking for forgiveness cause it hurts, yo

This is Club Church, say that

This is Club Church, say that

I see a girl, I’m saying Good Lord, Hallelujah

I’m saying Good Lord, Hallelujah

What if heaven was a club and God was the owner

Peter was the bouncer, Jesus the promoter

I’m in a long line that stretches way back

There’s a club called Hell, it’s easy to get in and it stay back

The man in front of me told me that it was hot

Said he been there and back, and I’m guessin' that say a lot

We getting' closer, closer, I’m hopin' I ain’t too late

Walking up a strawy, before I reach the pearly gates

Good Lord, I made it to the front of the line

I took a peek, these girls was angels man I swear they was fine

I know, I know — I swear I’m tryna get this lust off my mind

You think that God would probably mind if I see one last time?

I hope He let it slide, it’s just a sinny, sin, sin

Between Norma D and make it twin, twin, twin

See, I was born again but I guess he ain’t convinced

Cause Peter looked at me and said my name ain’t on the list, god damn

(Bouncer/Peter) Nah, nah, my brother, you gotta get in the other line, man

(Add-2) Yo, dawg, I’m on the list

(P) Naw, your name ain’t on the list man

(A) You don’t you know who I am?

(P) Naw, man, you over there

(A) Yo yo yo, I know Jesus dawg, I know Jesus, Jesus is my homie

Hey!

Yo, Jesus!

Jesus!

Hey it’s me nigga!

Get your hands off me man, don’t touch me!

Aight, I’ll go.

I be back though

Don’t make me come up and set this whole place

I don’t care if all you mufuckas wear white

I don’t care about your whiteboard, ok?

Part 2: Club Hell

Come take a trip, like you seen how I fell

On the road of destruction, on the highway to hell

N-n-n-now now we roll, rollin' in a Diablo

Not now we pull up, pull up like Chicago

Standing out, everybody tryna fit in

I’m standing out cause everybody wanna fit in

Same days, True Religion and a fitted

Walking through the door like it don’t cost a thing to get in

Who you see?

Thugs, killas

Straight laced millionaires, crooked politicians

Been a thous' up in this bitch, don’t forget the hoes

Lawyers everywhere you go, and this white dude named

And that turn you down and that liquor turn you up

It so hot up in this club feel like I might be burnin' up

And then Satan said «what up, you feelin' low I get you high»

Go inside of Hell’s kitchen get a slice of devil’s pie

We just party everyday sleeping with a Jezabel

Ain’t a heaven for a G, but I know that there’s a hell

And then Satan shared a secret, I don’t know if you heard

God don’t send people to hell he just send 'em back to Earth