NaDre' Blackk - 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 fuck I bag a shawty that bad
How the fuck 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

Written by:
james odunsi

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