High On Hallelujah

Описание: FOR THOSE WHO LOVE GOD & HIS LOUD
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[[LYRICS]]
(Yeah)
Can I get an amen? (Amen)
Can I get an arrr, men? (Arrr-men)
Sagittarius in the sky, light it up, don’t lie
Pirate angel on the deck, holy smoke so high

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Sunday service on the shoreline, waves say “come as you are,”
Got a Bible in her left hand, in her right a blunt.
Sagittarius soul, always aiming past the mark,
If you try to put her in a box, she’ll burn it in the dark.

She got a Gemini moon, double-tongued, double-blessed,
She’ll preach love, then drag you clean in the very same breath.
Cancer rising in the water, yeah, she feel what you hide,
She can spot a fake halo from the crow’s nest in the sky.

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She don’t need your rules or your stiff-neck pew,
She got sea-salt faith and a loud “fuck you” (to judgment, not God, let’s be clear 😇).
Roll it in a leaf, lift it up like prayer,
“Lord, if You’re with me, meet me in the air.”

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She’s high on hallelujah, higher than your shame,
Clouds of kush around her crown while she praises His name.
You can clutch your pearls, she’ll just clutch her weed,
A Sagittarius pirate angel with a wild-heart creed.

She said, “God made stars and God made me,
He made this plant that sets me free.
If you don’t like how I worship, then don’t watch me rise,
I’ll be smoking on the deck, singing gospel to the skies.”

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She got tattoos of scriptures running down both thighs,
And a joint that hit so holy it could baptize lies.
Grew up in a church where the love felt thin,
They passed more judgment than they ever passed pen.

Now she sails with a skeleton choir on the mast,
Turning every ex-hater to a ghost from the past.
She’ll pray for your soul and expose your fraud,
“Don’t confuse your control with the voice of God.”

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Ash in the tray, incense in the air,
She’s reading red letters in her pirate chair.
You can whisper “sinner” while she talks to the King,
Watch Him answer her storms when she starts to sing.

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She’s high on hallelujah, higher than your shame,
Clouds of kush around her crown while she praises His name.
You can clutch your pearls, she’ll just clutch her weed,
A Sagittarius pirate angel with a wild-heart creed.

She said, “Judge me later, I got tides to part,
I got blunts to roll and I got souls to guard.
If you can’t see God in a messed-up girl,
Then you might be the smallest thing in this world.”

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(Choir call & response)
She love that weed! (She love that weed!)
But she love her God more! (God more!)
She raging free! (She raging free!)
Kicking demons off the floor! (Off the floor!)

She got a bow and arrow made of pure conviction,
Shoots truth through lies like a holy eviction.
If the Pharisees talk, let ‘em talk and choke,
On the smoke of the bridge that she already broke.

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She said, “I’m God’s black sheep, inked up and loud,
You’re the polished cup, I’m the thundercloud.
But when storms roll in, who He sending to fight?
The girl lighting up and still praying at night.”

You can’t out-pray her, you can’t out-feel her,
Cancer rising made a natural healer.
Gemini moon got receipts on deck,
She’ll flip through your shade like a holy Rolodex.

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She’s high on hallelujah, higher than your shame,
Rolling peace in her papers while she calls on His name.
If love is the law and the greatest creed,
Then let the pirate angel praise Him while she smokes her weed.

She said, “When I reach Heaven and I knock that gate,
He won’t ask what I smoked, He’ll ask, ‘Did you love great?’
So pass me that lighter, let the choir all sing,
‘This messy little archer is still child of the King.’”