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Cold War Kids God Make Up Your Mind

you've got to make a choice Wraps his arms around ya slow Cause you tense up like an armadillo God make up your mind God make up your mind Do you wanna

you've got to make a choice Wraps his arms around ya slow Cause you tense up like an armadillo God make up your mind God make up your mind Do you wanna

fazed by it I know the devil's waitin on me But does God like him playin his role in killin me though Lock me up until I die maybe But you can never

from that So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner And you aim 7 5 till your

screams from knives cuttin through your flesh Cold steal interrupting blood streams The ponds are grim, but they froze if do it right or bring your luxury Man for real, it makes

then cold cursed Blessed Stripped him of his honors and dumped him in the desert But Mo' returned for the people, with his chest stiff out saw King said, "You want war? Make

the undertaking, your whole body faking I always try my hardest to keep communicating But you ain't relating You fucked up on what I'm making Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your

a cartridge I bank shots Wettin' up your white tank top While my nigga Bugz is stickin' up Your nearest gang spot Just another scarred liar retired We make

t seem fazed by it I know the devil's waitin on me But does God like him playin his role in killin me though Lock me up until I die maybe But you can