Bad Religion

Bad Religion - Frank Ocean

Taxi driver, your my shrink for the hour

Leave the meter running, its rush hour

So take the streets if you wanna

Just outrun the demons, could you?

Allah-hu-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

Undying love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult

With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup

I can never make him love me,

Never make him love me, no, no

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

You say, Allah-hu-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

Unrequited love, To me it’s nothing but a one man cult

With cyanide in a Styrofoam cup

I can never make him love me

Never make him love me, no, no

It’s a, it’s a bad religion

To be in love with someone who can never love you

A bad, only bad religion

Could have me the feeling the way I do