Raising Hell Ringtones

Hallelujah I'm still here, still bringin' it to ya Ohm, like Buddha Good girls know how to get hard too, ya I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess Doin' my best (Ah), bitch, I'm blessed Oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help Singing oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raisin' hell Hands up, witness Solo cup full of holy spirits Somethin' wicked Speakin' in tongues in my blood-red lipstick I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best No walk of shame 'cause I love this dress Only God can judge this holy mess Bitch, I'm blessed Oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help Singing oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raisin' hell Beat like this, make me feel that power Oh, if you couldn't tell We can always find the trouble, we don't need no help Singing oh, mama raised me well But I don't wanna go to Heaven without raisin' hell Can I get an amen? This is for the misfits of creation Take this as your holy validation (Come on) You don't need to hide your celebratin' This is our salvation Can I get an amen? This is for the misfits of creation Take this as your holy validation You don't need to hide your celebratin' This is our salvation

Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk You blamed for your speech Walk around the block again Wait 'til I feel cool and straight With the diaristic bent on undertaking Careful, steady Are we steady? Cool and ready I'm not bossy, I'm the boss Shooter, not the shot On the tip and fit to execute I'm chief, not the overthrown Captain, not a crony So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat Boat, boat, boat Holding a package from a total stranger Who claims to know me No, you never knew me, man Not even a fraction You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen I'm not bossy, I'm the boss Shooter, not the shot Well-composed with keys to raise the skate I'm chief, not the overthrown Captain, not a crony So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone Stone, stone, stone Stone, stone, stone We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl Dip a toe until it's sunk and freezing But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet That's cause I'm the boss Caller of the shots Sutanejo, never spit to me Chief, play my own right hand Not haggish, but the hag How naïve to trample She who's running from the stampede I'm raising the skate Look, I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate Look, I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate Oh, oh, oh