"Oh No (Believer)" lyrics
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Thank about it baby come on
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Sick of the pathos
Yeah me and god had to break up
I had to quit all the politics
So me and my friends could make up
I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit
That's grasping at every straw ah
I can't take it no more gimme
Salvation through success
Big bag baller making big ass checks
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Big bag baller making small ass steps
You heard it here first
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list?
I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche?
I'm so sick
Of the lack of perspective
I don't reflect I just add it to the basket
Amazon delivering the package
With my investments
Hold up
Now I'm a dull motherfucker looking sharp like a killer
Imma cut myself when I look in the mirror
Fuck that old ass face yeah I got me some filler
Look fresh, feel fresh
Set a date up with the reaper
'Cause I'll never need a baptist that is spreading out my ashes
Still a pretty motherfucker when they put me in the casket
I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard
And a big garage full of fast sports cars
Oh no
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Who's painting your dreams tonight?
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already believing?
Salvation through success
Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings?
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Who's in my head painting those dreams?
Salvation through success
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
'Cause I'm still so sick
So sick
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Thank about it baby come on
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Sick of the pathos
Yeah me and god had to break up
I had to quit all the politics
So me and my friends could make up
I'm sorry I'm a nihilistic, egotistic piece of shit
That's grasping at every straw ah
I can't take it no more gimme
Salvation through success
Big bag baller making big ass checks
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Big bag baller making small ass steps
You heard it here first
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already a believer?
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list?
I mean what the fuck, man! Really? A Porsche?
I'm so sick
Of the lack of perspective
I don't reflect I just add it to the basket
Amazon delivering the package
With my investments
Hold up
Now I'm a dull motherfucker looking sharp like a killer
Imma cut myself when I look in the mirror
Fuck that old ass face yeah I got me some filler
Look fresh, feel fresh
Set a date up with the reaper
'Cause I'll never need a baptist that is spreading out my ashes
Still a pretty motherfucker when they put me in the casket
I just need a watch and a yacht and a big ass house with a huge backyard
And a big garage full of fast sports cars
Oh no
Who's pushing your buttons?
Who's pulling your strings?
Who's in your head?
Who's painting your dreams?
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
Who's painting your dreams tonight?
Oh no I think I'm a believer
I'd pawn my soul to buy into every dream that I'm sold
So sure I was looking for a reason
Who could have known that I'm already believing?
Salvation through success
Who pushed my buttons, pulled my strings?
I carry my cross but I'm blessed
Who's in my head painting those dreams?
Salvation through success
Who made that shopping list go so wild?
'Cause I'm still so sick
So sick
