Letra de 'Fake Idols' de Game Over

Yeah

Yeah

All the money I was stacking
Was Becoming fake idols
All the woman that I messed with
Was becoming idols

Everything thing I done before you
Was becoming fake idols

Fake Idols, fake idols

Every since I was baby
All I wanted was Mercedes
Trying to make a couple bands
Live my life until I’m 80

I got way to many problems
Guess I’m tired of being tired
Pray to God like every night
Please provide all my desires

All of these things Gonna lead to death
Adam and even Until you out of breath
I got this feeling right in my chest
If you don’t believe, then just be my guest

Back in Brazil, feeling like a jungle
You gonna Stumble if you alone
Lord Jesus come please save me
Answer me like phone home

I was Living from
Check to check to check to check
Until the day I quit
And began to flex to flex to flex to flex

Dropping bombs like I’m
Funk flex finesse, finesse
You don’t even wanna know
What’s coming back right after the next, the next, the next

Yeah

All the money I was stacking
Was Becoming fake idols
All the woman that I messed with
Was becoming idols

Everything thing I done before you
Was becoming fake idols

Fake Idols, fake idols

All the money I was stacking
Was Becoming fake idols
All the woman that I messed with
Was becoming idols

Everything thing I done before you
Was becoming fake idols

Fake Idols, fake idols

I don’t measure to the standards
Of this broken broken planet
Maybe if I hit up Elon
I can rocked it up to Saturn

Every since the fall from Adam
We got banished from the kingdom
Until the day that we met Jesus
And his word became our wisdom

So lord let your kingdom come
Let your will be done, ay
Forgive us our sins
Lead us not to temptation, ay

Give daily all our bread
Hallow be thy name, uh
Lord Jesus you are the king
Nobody’s the same

Have it to say it clear
So everybody understand
I’m not here for the applause
But saves soul, that’s the plan

So if I ever have to break it down
God passed around his own body
Drink from the source of all life
Then spread the message from God

All the money I was stacking
Were Becoming fake idols
All the woman that I messed with
Were becoming idols

Everything thing I done before you
Was becoming fake idols

Fake Idols, fake idols

All the money I was stacking
Was Becoming fake idols
All the woman that I messed with
Was becoming idols

Everything thing I done before you
Was becoming fake idols

Fake Idols, fake idols

You talk about your money

You talk about your car

You talk about your house

You talk about your possessions

You talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

About the stuff you have

And never about Christ

Because you know who your God is

The stuff you have

And you’re really glad you got it

So either you place God before everything else

Or you will remain worshipping fake idols