Bad Religion
Frank Ocean
Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
He said: Allahu Akbar
I told him: Don't curse me
Bobo, you need prayer
I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
Ooh, this unrequited love
To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love me
Love me, love
Taxi driver
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
I can't trust no one
And you say: Allahu Akbar
I told him: Don't curse me
Bobo, you need prayer
I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
Oh, unrequited love
To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me
No, no, ow
It's a, it's a bad religion
To be in love with someone who
Could never love you
Oh, oh, oh, only bad, only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do
