God Has A Hitman lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel like God has a hitman
She's thin and she's blonde and she smokes
She lives in a walk-up in Flatbush
And she's always in on the joke

She's just the right flavor of f*cked up
A sick bird who still gets you hard
I make myself into her victim
She's just firing wild in the dark

[Chorus]
Maybe she'll be your karma
Or maybe you'll always win
Maybe God don't need to hire a hitman
For me to die for you again

[Verse 2]
God has a hitman, I've seen her
He designed her just for me
She's everything I never was, so
She's all that you wished I could be

She writes you as a gentleman
And I'm eating it up like a fool
Like I didn't already have you
Like I'm not still cleaning the wounds
[Chorus]
And maybe she'll be your karma
Or maybe you'll always win
Maybe God don't need to hire a hitman
For me to die for you again

[Bridge]
Hope I'm not the only one walking
With shrapnel still lodged in my head
Hope you feel half of what I did
I hope she leaves you for dead

[Chorus]
And one day, God won't try to test me
With hitmen with fine golden hair
Yeah, maybe she'll give you your karma
But one day, I won't even care