Fame < Infamy Testo

I'm a preacher sweating in the pew
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman I'm selling you hooks and plans
And my sales are making demands
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close by the one with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am god's gift but why would he bless me
So gifted and conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you
Woah
You're too much pretty to feel blue
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close by the ones with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my hips so close by the one with the truth
Signing off I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen
I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen
I'm a writing pad but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head