Make Me A Believer
You said I know I get it all, yeah, I bet
I don't believe ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
In your mind, you think you can handle it all
I wanna see ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
Set up your target
Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing
Still bruised from every fight you're choosing
Pick a side, pick up a gun and shoot it
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
In your mind you must be the bossman
Don't you feel like a cheater?
Alright, yeah, okay
Whatever man, big checks, got gloves you caught that sunset
Oh, what a leisure
Alright, yeah, okay now
Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin'
Another night on a thousand count linen
Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your mama
But, fuck em' all long as the team is winning
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Low down, no good
I'm just a white trash, no good
But your the deceiver
Alright, yeah, okay now
Bad boys tattooed, whiskey drink all day
Drug use, I'm a receiver
Damn right, yeah, okay now
At the club with the promiscuous women
Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin'
I'm may be the child of a man in prison
But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick
Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it
I believe with all of my heart that it is
A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquecy of today
Of the evil, the feeling that you feel when you sing it
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
I don't believe ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
In your mind, you think you can handle it all
I wanna see ya
Alright, yeah, okay now
Set up your target
Blame every mistake you made on the luck of a losing
Still bruised from every fight you're choosing
Pick a side, pick up a gun and shoot it
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
In your mind you must be the bossman
Don't you feel like a cheater?
Alright, yeah, okay
Whatever man, big checks, got gloves you caught that sunset
Oh, what a leisure
Alright, yeah, okay now
Rented Lamborghini for that Hollywood livin'
Another night on a thousand count linen
Wouldn't drop a dollar to save your mama
But, fuck em' all long as the team is winning
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Low down, no good
I'm just a white trash, no good
But your the deceiver
Alright, yeah, okay now
Bad boys tattooed, whiskey drink all day
Drug use, I'm a receiver
Damn right, yeah, okay now
At the club with the promiscuous women
Cigarette smoke and cocaine sellin'
I'm may be the child of a man in prison
But at least I ain't no goddamn gimmick
Reasons of rock and roll music and why I preach against it
I believe with all of my heart that it is
A contributing factor to our juvenile delinquecy of today
Of the evil, the feeling that you feel when you sing it
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Yeah
Make me a believer
Credits
Writer(s): John Schreffler, Michael Wayne Atha, Waylon Albright Jennings, Jamie Douglass, Ted Kamp
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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