SINNERS HEART

Pastor think he got himself a good daughter Raised in a Christian home, a good climate Church on Wednesday, club on Sunday She get caught up and won't say nothin Can't wife her, her daddy go retarded So please don't touch, her parts stay private Don't want war, then don't start nothin Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started I'm a good kid, just got caught up with them Sinner type of niggas, cold-blooded killers Bad type of niggas, bad type on niggas Never had the chance to even squeeze the trigger I been cussed out in front of mama I been beat up in front of daddy Still got problems and still can't solve em Still got money issues and I gotta solve em Everybody taking advantage Everybody moving at light speeds But my life slowed like tu- tumble weed Got me doing drugs just to manage Never posting what I'm gonna do Cause my city like the murder dudes She only fucks with certain type of dudes So now I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't live, it's uncomfortable My back hurts like I'm vulnerable But I'm glad y'all life is comfortable But I'm glad y'all life is comfortable Pastor think he got himself a good daughter Raised in a Christian home, a good climate Church on Wednesday, club on Sunday She get caught up and won't say nothin Can't wife her, her daddy go retarded So please don't touch, her parts stay private Don't want war, then don't start nothin Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started Just started Party just started The party just started Please don't leave, the party just started How the f*ck I bag a shawty that bad How the f*ck I lose said shawty this bad Had a snotty nose, we was down bad Drunk texting, thinking bout what we had Is this what we call love, Guess this my love for you Guess this my karma too Slick escape but can't face the truth You make me feel vulnerable I can't be seen with you Messed up a thousand times with you But still I'm obsessed with you It's a couple things I'd rather do Than to be alone at night with you It's a few things I should've knew Before I let my soul get comfortable We just some big sinners with broken hearts and We just some black kids from poor housing Tell 'em once, don't need to tell nobody twice Tell 'em twice, it's gon' come with repercussions