Sins Lyrics

Forgive my sins lord

I've been losing my mind about the shit I did

Lord lord lord lord

A nigga like me too real to pretend

Keep it low keep it low keep it lowkey don't tell all your tell all your tell all your friends

Lord lord lord lord lord lord lord

They'd be ashamed of me

Even more ashamed of you

How could you put this weight on me

Knowing everything that Satan do

Had a halo was an angel too

Now think about what I've been through

Just to get in the booth where it's me and you

Only time that I feel like I hear you too too too

Now watch how I switch it up

Hit the plug then finessed him he just wasn't quick enough

Don't know where I get it from

I could drop gems on the floor they'll still pick them up

When my father Sentence up

Touch down in the lake and then get him that Bentley truck

I feel like I'm 45

Hit her dmmitchel it'll hit if not one of mine

I put it on the line came up with a plot started putting in overtime

Figured it's three for four

Re ups I needed for walking inside the door

Now when my mama call

She get suspicious whatchu in the kitchen for

I think she know I'm lying

But won't tell her the truth cuz i've made that mistake before

Hands on her head watched her break down

Visions of me in the state pound

Told her don't worry then flew to New York and then I started breaking a plate down

I'm not dishonest ma

I'm just protecting you

Know you don't get it but I want the best for you

If I don't do it nobody gon do it

Know that it's coming I'm planning to prove it

I got a gift

And I'm planning to use it

Forever a student but I know what I know

And I'm standing on it on till the end

Free the real keep the birds

Leave the pigeons in the pen

Leave the pigeons in the pen

Aint no going back and forth no more

Tough to come back when I close that door

Link up with mandem and trap on the road

Danny the phantom then black out the ghost

She don't got manners and she do the most

Still gave her game put her onto the code

Should've known better what glitters not gold

Forgive my sins lord

I've been losing my mind about the shit I did

Lord lord lord lord

A nigga like me too real to pretend

Keep it low keep it low keep it lowkey don't tell all your tell all your tell all your friends

Lord lord lord lord lord lord lord

They'd be ashamed of me

Even more ashamed of you

How could you put this weight on me

Knowing everything that Satan do

Had a halo was an angel too

Now think about what I've been through

Just to get in the booth where it's me and you

Only time that I feel like I hear you too too too