I'm still here, still bringin' it to ya Oh I'm like Buddha, good girls know how to get hard to ya I'm all f***ed up in my Sunday best No I can't shame, cause I love this dress Hung over hard, that gold holy mess Doin' my best, bitch I'm blessed Oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble We don't need no help Sing it, oh Mama, raise me well But I don't wanna go to heaven If I'm raised in hell Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Hands up, witness All a couple of holy spirits Something, with me Speakin' in tongues And my blood runs lipstick I'm all f***ed up in my Sunday best No I can't shame cause I love this dress Don't think I can't judge this holy mess Oh-oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble We don't need no help Oh-oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell Can I get an amen? This is for the misfits of creation Take this as your holy validation You don't need to hide or celebrate And this is our salvation Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Ah dang, this that b***h B***h like this wanna shake my a** Ah dang, this that b***h B***h like this wanna shake my a** Ah dang, this that b***h B***h like this here to suck my a** Lord, feelin' it B***h like this make me feel that power Oh-oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble We don't need no help Oh-oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell Can I get an amen? This is for the misfits of creation Take this as your holy validation You don't need to hide or celebrate And this is our salvation Oh-oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble We don't need no help Oh-oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell Can I get an amen? This is for the misfits of creation Take this as your holy validation You don't need to hide or celebrate And this is our salvation Yeah