Slide - Gods Child

I’m no disaster

I’m just the master

Of somethin faster

Than what she’s after

Trust lick the wounds

Lies pick the bones

If lies become truths

Then answers are wrong

A wicked ride above

A wicked ride above

Mama gets her mama needs

She climb the latter of love

And slide

I’m no disaster

I’m just the master

Of somethin faster

Than what she’s after

Innocent hunger guilty feast

Protect sins and collect disease

A wicked ride above

A wicked ride above

Mama gets her mama needs

She climb the latter of love

And slide